#i will never forget sam sobbing over dean's body

[gunsnpie]

these four damn lyrics will never not make me think about sam and how he had to take dean's body back home after the hellhounds were done with him, had to clean the blood off of his big brother and maybe even stitch up his flayed flesh, and then had to argue with bobby about not cremating dean (because he was going to save him, he was going to bring him back), not giving him a hunter's funeral & had to burry him, find the right place for him, make that grave marker he could visit, & so that anyone who stumbled there would know that a loved person was buried in that place.

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

Old Blood, New Family

Sam and Dean Winchester & little sister!reader

A/N: I set this during season 5 episode 16, the episode where the boys are in heaven reliving memories, and the sister is with them.

Requested by Anonymous

“Just keep going down the road, I guess,” Dean said. “We’ve gotta hit the end eventually.”

“Where are we?” Sam began to look around in bewilderment as the road turned into more of a tree-lined path.

“I know these woods,” you muttered to yourself. “But this…this can’t be right. This wouldn’t be in heaven.” You pushed through the trees, and it took the boys a moment to realize that you were straying away from them.

“Hey, wait!” Dean called after you, and both boys ran to catch up. “Whoa!” Dean staggered back in surprise when he caught up and got a good look at you.

“What?” You asked, frowning at him.

“You…don’t look like you,” Sam said.

You looked down, taking stock of yourself. You were a lot shorter suddenly, your body thinner and covered in bruises.

“Kid—“ Dean’s voice was low and gravelly, his eyes flashing with anger when he saw his baby sister hurt. “Where are we?”

“It’s—um—“ you had slowed down, your whole body tensing with every movement of the trees. “We’re close to my mom’s house.”

Dean grit his teeth—John had told Dean that he’d gotten you out of a rough home life, but Dean had never seen you banged up like this before—there was barely any skin showing that wasn’t bruised or cut, and you looked like you hadn’t eaten in days. Your hair was matted and greasy, like you hadn’t been allowed to shower—it wasn’t like you not to take care of yourself if you had the ability.

“Maybe it’s my heaven,” Dean spit out, his fist clenching. “Because I’d love nothing more than to beat the crap out of whoever’s in that house.” Dean jutted his chin out towards a house in the distance—your house.

“It’s memories,” Sam reminded him gently, although he didn’t look any less angry. He masked it quicker, however, and turned to you. “Let’s just keep walking—we don’t have to stick around here.”

“I just—I don’t know why this would be in my heaven,” you babbled. “I mean I-I never wanted to see this place again, and I thought that—“

“Hey.” Sam put his hands on your shoulders, snatching your attention. “It’s ok, forget about it. This whole place seems pretty screwy, let’s just go.”

“No no no.” You flinched away from the brothers when an angry voice yelled your name through the trees. Your body went into autopilot, sending you to the one place where you could feel safe. The boys tripped over roots and bushes as the struggled to keep up with you while you dashed and ducked through the woods, coming to rest only when you’d reached your haven.

A huge root from a towering oak tree created a wooden shield that you ducked behind, huddled among the leaves as you caught your breath.

“She’s coming she’s coming she’s coming,” you whimpered, rocking back and forth as you struggled to breathe.

“Hey, hey,” Dean soothed. “Kid, she’s not gonna touch you, I promise. She’s never gonna hurt you again, we won’t let her.”

“You can’t touch her,” you whimpered. “It’s my memory, remember? You-you can’t do anything.”

“I—“ Dean swallowed. You were right.

“What’s that?” Sam’s head shot up. “Did you hear that?”

“She’s coming,” you sobbed, burying your head in your knees.

“No, no, not her voice,” Sam insisted. “It’s—“

There was another voice calling out your name in the distance—a man’s voice.

When you heard it, your head popped up.

“Wait, I…I remember this,” you said, wiping your tears as your breath slowly got stronger. “She brought a man home again,” you breathed, glancing through the trees trying to see the source of the voice. “I-I had thought it was just another drunk one-night stand, so I ran for here. But-but when he found me…”

“There you are.” Your explanation was cut off by the appearance of John Winchester stepping around a tree. “Easy.” John held his hands up innocently. “I wasn’t tryna scare you there.” John took in the little nook you’d hidden yourself in. “I won’t tell your mom about this little hiding spot, I swear. I just wanted to talk to you. I…I don’t know what your mom has said about me, but I…I’m your dad, kid.”

You didn’t say anything; you just stared up at the man.

“Your mom, she…she didn’t want me to meet you,” John went on. “I had a bad feeling about that.” John took in your battered appearance. “It’s because she hurts you, right?”

You nodded timidly, remaining silent. The brothers just watched, unable to find the words; dad had never told them exactly how he’d gotten you, and they’d never imagined it would be this bad.

You flinched hard when your mother’s voice rang out again, closer.

“Hey, it’s ok,” John soothed. “I’m not gonna let her hurt you. Look, I know you don’t know or trust me, but I wanna help you. Nobody deserves to be treated the way your mom treats you. Now I can’t exactly go to the cops about this, because they’re gonna have a lot of questions about me that I can’t answer. So I need you to make a choice right now.” John placed his hand on your cheek, his touch feather light. You leaned into subconsciously—no one had ever been that gentle with you before. “You gotta choose,” John continued. “If you wanna stay here with your mom…or come with me.”

You swallowed hard, gaping up at John.

“My life’s not easy,” he added. “I move around a lot—I’ve got two boys, they’re a lot older than you, and I can’t promise you’ll always be safe, but…but I can promise that I’ll never hit you like she does.” John swallowed. “What’s it gonna be, kiddo?”

You stared up at John for a long moment, his rough but gentle hand still on your cheek. His soft eyes bore into yours, and he never once looked away, even as your mother’s voice got closer.

You threw yourself into John’s arms, almost knocking him off balance.

“Please take me away,” you whimpered, tears brimming in your eyes. “Dad, please take me with you.”

John’s arms tightened around you as he cradled your head in his hands.

“I’ll take you home, kiddo,” he breathed. “I’ll take you home, I promise.”

Dean noticed when the memory of John began to fade, and he rushed to take his father’s place, taking you in his arms as you started to cry.

“I’ve got you,” he promised. “Sweetheart I’m right here, I got you.”

The woods had faded away, along with John and your mother’s voice and the bruises on your body.

“That was the first time I ever felt safe.” Your voice was muffled against Dean’s shirt as you refused to let go of him. “Dad saved me.”

“I know,” Dean said. “I know, kiddo.”

“We—“ Sam swallowed. “We have to keep going.”

“I’m ok,” you sniffled, finally pulling away from Dean, but still gripping his hand in yours. “I’m—I just…seeing him again…”

“Hey—“ Sam pulled you away from Dean long enough to wrap his arms around you. “I know, I know. I’m so sorry, I never knew…what it was like before he found you.”

“It doesn’t matter now.” Your smile—albeit faint—was finally returning as you looked up at your brothers. “You guys are my real family.”

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[devotedthing]

thinking about right before stanford, when things were tense and heated. john and sam butting heads like never before, all of that teen angst boiling over and coming out in fits of anger and frustration. dean had watched them go at it, over and over, only stepped in when he was sure sam was toeing the line of throwing a punch.

he carded him back down the hall to their room, a heavy hand on his shoulder, a string of muttered i know, i know between them, and sam’s body rigid and tight under his palm. and dean would push him to sit on the bed, listening to his little brother ramble on and on about how much of an ass their dad is, how unfair he is. and dean, with hands on his hips, brow furrowed and teeth biting into his cheek, would hold his tongue when the urge to tell sammy to shut your mouth surfaced. because something deep in his gut was stirring, morbid and weighted, a feeling like grief—like this would be a moment he wished he would’ve just let sammy go on complaining, like maybe there wouldn’t be another time like this for a long while.

and after sam’s been gone for a couple years, dean decides he needs to bother him, to call him up, to drive down there, something. because it’s been too long and dean misses his little brother.

and maybe after dean makes his way into sam’s dorm, sweet talking his way into the halls, right through the front doors, sam would come home to dean sat on his messy twin bed. it would feel like a slap in the face, like a tackle to the floor, like a tug into his brother’s arms, head buried in the crook of his neck, melting into dean’s chest like he would always belong there.

sometime later sam’s clothes are in a jumbled mess on the floor, only his socks still on and boxers hanging from his ankle, too caught up in the moment to give a shit about kicking them off all the way. dean’s still got his shirt on, flannel and all, jeans straining and tight, button popped open and zipper unzipped. sam’s sat in his lap, dean’s cock deep inside him, and he’s grinding, rolling, bouncing, up and down, back and forth, head still buried in the crook of dean’s neck. all sweaty and hot, labored breaths and gasping moans. dean’s whispering sweet and soft into his ear, good, sammy, that’s my boy, keep goin’ kiddo—good, sammy, that’s good

and for all he’s worth, for all the stubbornness and the fights he’d pitched, sam can’t help but whine and whimper, can’t help the tears that burn and fall, can’t help but sob into dean’s shoulder, rolling his hips and begging for more more more, dean, please, feels so good, please

this moment right now feels like forgiveness, sam cradled in his big brother’s embrace, dean’s fingers digging deep and hard into his hips, guiding him up and down, back and forth, telling him he’s good

sam’s still crying and dean’s still holding him tight, and sam cant help what comes out of his mouth, scared he might ruin this for them both but, god, he can’t control it anymore, and he’s whimpering out a daddy all soft and wet, lips trembling and eyes screwed shut. he feels dean’s hips stutter, still for a moment, then rut up into him hard and deep, and all the sudden dean’s babbling like a fool, god, baby you feel so so good, daddy’s got you, sammy, daddy’s takin’ care of you, that’s it, that’s my boy—that’s daddy’s good boy

barely a minute goes by before they’re both cumming hard and long, dean’s head thrown back and sam’s fists gripping tight into dean’s flannel. they’re tired and spent and heaving, but they don’t move. sam’s still crying and dean just wraps him up in his arms fully, holding his sammy and rocking them side to side, running gentle fingers through sweaty hair, whispering into sammy’s ear, i’m here, kiddo, daddy’s here, i’ve got you, sammy

and in the morning dean’s gone, but sam’s still naked in the sheets, tired and sore. they might pretend this never happened but sam’s body wont ever forget—will never move past the feeling of having dean inside him, being held and cared for, will never forget the way it felt to call dean daddy, the way it passed over his tongue, slipped past his lips, the way dean’s hips had urged for more.

they won’t be the same again, but maybe it was worth it.

[msmarvelouswinchester]

If We Love Again

Summary: Whatever problems we had back then don’t exist anymore. It’s why we have this second chance, and we can’t throw it away. -Michelle Maddow

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Y/N (Reader)

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader

WC: 1942

Warnings: Angst with a happy ending. Post-canon where DEAN IS ALIVE, kinda sappy, body-shaming (not by the boys), hugs and kisses

Square Filled: Your hands are tough, but they are where mine belong ( @taylorswiftbingo )

A/N: Alright. Alright. Hello you people! Jfc, how long has it been? A lot of things happened (personal matters and fandom problems too) so I took a break. Kind of gave up writing for a bit. Then two boys - Alex and Henry (RWRB fandom, I'm looking at you) got me back to writing! And of course I had to write for my baby, Dean Winchester!

And I've also lost my taglist. So sorry for not tagging anyone in this.

Completely unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine.

“What’re you doing here?” The usual routine of the bunker had been thrown off-kilter when Y/N had appeared, looking…frazzled. Maybe a tad smile but her eyes shone with unshed tears. And she was drenched to the bones and panting like she had run a mile to get to the bunker. The man welcomed her inside, saying, “Come in first, you are fucking wet.”

The words slipped and the man’s eyes widened, expecting a snobbish remark from her about the word and its placement in the sentence but soon enough, he frowned because Y/N didn't comment on the…apparent opportunity of turning the entire conversation inappropriate. Like she always did. But today, she wordlessly accepted the man’s gratuitous welcome and headed inside the old establishment.

Once at the end of the stairs, she said, rather whispered, “Hey Dean. Can you do me a favour? I need a hug.” If Dean didn't know what heaven looked like, he would have guessed he had ascended to heaven at Y/N’s request.

Dean, who had sprinted down the steps, looked at her and nodded, opening his arms. Y/N stepped into the hug and wrapped her arms around his torso, hands finding the nape of his neck. Dean’s hands had also instantly found their shelter around her body. They stayed in the position for a while. Y/N inhaled deeply quite a few times. The unforgettable scent of cinnamon and gunpowder hitting her and she let the tears fall as she let her guard down for the first time that night and Dean’s hold around her tightened. The sobs that left her, wrecked his heart. Each wail was like a dagger to his chest. He hated seeing her sad. He rested his chin on the top of her head, the familiar smell of her shampoo gave him whiplash as the memories of…everything queued up inside his head. But he still didn't know what had prompted her to show up at her place. “Y/N, sweetheart, can you look at me? I need you to look at me,” Dean murmured, “please.”

His voice washed over her and the sobbing turned into sniffles. She sniffled against the now wet, snot-covered spot on Dean’s tshirt before her red-rimmed, puffy eyes found his worried green ones. “‘M sorry,” she whimpered.

“Hey, shh, what're you sorry for? For ruining my shirt? Oh, I'll just bribe Sammy to do the laundry,” Dean grinned but the worry never left his eyes.

“I just—Dean, I'm sorry for…s-showing up tonight unannounced…I shouldn't have…what was I even thinkin’? Dean, I’ll—uh…see myself out.” Y/N said, and fidgeted in Dean’s grip but he was reluctant to let go. Not when she had just shown up a few minutes ago and broke down in his arms.

Dean said, “Stop, Y/N. Stop. It's alright. That's what best friends are for.” Nope, not letting you go this time.

“But…” Did you forget the part where we dated and broke up and vowed to never see each other again because it would break our hearts even more?

“No buts,” Dean said, as if he could read the thoughts in her head, “Whatever happened…happened. You were my best friend and you still are. If you need me, in a heartbeat, I'll be there for you. Do you understand that?” He glanced up, Jack if this is your doin’ because I pretty much dreamed about second chances last night then thanks, buddy.

Y/N nodded.

“Now let's go sit down. I'm gonna go find Sam and let him know you're here. And then we can go and kick some asses.” Dean gently guided her to his room in the bunker and sat her down on his bed, asking if she needed anything to drink, water or beer or anything to eat, knowing all they had was pie and a greasy two-days old burger in the freezer. They really needed to stock up their fridge more now they have started to live normal lives.

Y/N, though just asked for water.

Dean winked and said he would be back in a minute. And he was, with Sam in tow who had scooped her up in a giant hug. Oh, she had missed them.

“Hi, Sam. You look…different.” Y/N giggled at Sam in his formal clothes instead of the layers of plaid she was used to seeing on him. She had heard that the Winchesters had retired from hunting but seeing them bask in their post-retirement glory was astonishing.

“Yeah, had a makeover sorta, got myself a job and everything—”

“And a girlfriend,” Dean wiggled his brows and his brother blushed furiously. In between the conversation, Dean had handed Y/N a glass of water and sat down beside her on the bed.

She sipped on the water and hummed thoughtfully, “Who would have thought? Our little Sammy, all grown up!”

And for the first since her alarmingly sudden visit to the bunker, Y/N smiled.

“Oh shut up. Enough about me. Dean said something to me about kicking someone's asses. Do we have to bring out our hunting gear?” Y/N’s eyes widened at the question.

“No! Jesus, no guns. And no violence.” She warned the Winchesters.

“Can’t promise on the violence part, sweetheart!” Dean smirked. “So what happened?”

“Honestly. I think I'm good. It was a moment of…sadness but I'm oka—”

Dean cut her off, saying, “Y/N you were wailing. That was not nothing. Come on, tell us, we swear we'll be good.”

Y/N hesitated and Sam decided to put her out of her misery, “Whatever Dean says, if you don't feel comfortable in telling us. Don't tell.”

“Oh…” Dean sighed, “Yeah, I…I didn't want to make you uncomfortable. You seriously don't have to tell us, if you're not up for it.”

“It's just not that,” she swallowed hard. It should be easy to tell them, right? They were her best friends. She took a deep breath and said, “The guy, I am…or rather was dating—” She felt Dean tense up beside her and Sam side-eyed his brother but she continued “-well, he was an asshole. A dickhead. A fucking son of a bitch.”

Sam chuckled. “That's quite a description.”

“Yeah. So I applied for this job in NYC and well…I got it—” her heart soared in her chest as she watched the brothers’ faces split into a huge grin “-but this moron of my ex-boyfriend decided to throw my insecurities to my face because he didn't want me to go to NYC.”

Now looking back, Y/N didn't know why she was sad. She was angry. No, she was pissed because how dare a pathetic little man order her around about whether or not she should work in New York. “He was worried that I wasn't too pretty for the NYC girls, that I was too soft to survive in a big city like New York—”

This time Dean chuckled. Because Y/N wasn't soft, she was a hunter. Born into a hunter family only to give it all up because she wanted a quieter life. But she knew how to fight, how to wield a gun. And she was pretty. Too pretty and even after four years of breaking up, Dean’s heart still skipped a beat when she called his name, looked at his face and he was still enamoured by her very existence.

“So I told him that I would leave his sorry ass,” Y/N’s lips trembled, “and he said it was going to be the best thing because I wasn't worth enough for him to fight for because I…I am ‘too much’ and I…I don't put an effort into being the woman a man wants, no…needs. And in that moment, I got so sad, I needed to see you. Because I missed you guys so much. I missed this where no one judged me or at least didn't use to until…well, I…yeah. So, this is how I showed up here.”

“You're always welcome here, Y/N. And I'm sorry, things haven't been…good for a few years but don't think for a second we will judge you or not let you back into our lives,” Dean’s hands had snaked back around her waist, pulling her closer while she continued, “Well, he was kinda right. Don't you think? I talk too much. Sometimes I go on a ramble. I don't watch my diet—”

“That son of a bitch body-shamed you?” Dean was seething.

“Yeah. And he said, I was too much of a work to stay with. I have always been told that I'm too much of a work but it still hurts—”

Dean said, “Well the guy is an idiot. You aren't too much of a work, sweetheart.”

Y/N, this ain't gonna work. You want me. I want you but you don't want this hunting life while THIS hunting is my life. This relationship is going to be so much of a work and with Cain on the loose, I don't think I can put that much effort in this. Y/N gave Dean a soft smile, “I don't want to bring up old memories but you also said that, pretty much four years back.”

Sam’s mouth fell open. “What the hell, Dean?”

“W-I? I was under the influence of the mark, Y/N and you knew it. I pushed away so many people. Letting you go was my biggest mistake. And I regret it because I still fucking love yo—” Dean’s mouth snapped shut.

And for the second time, Sam exclaimed, “What the hell, Dean?”

“Yo–love…what?” Y/N whispered.

Dean turned towards his brother, “Sammy.”

“Yeah.” Sam quickly stepped out of the room.

“Y/N. Letting you go was my biggest mistake and never calling you up was my biggest regret. I should have called because I still need you. And now I have this life. You know I start a new job next week? It's a construction but yeah. And it got me thinkin’ about you. Yeah. I was thinking how I fucked us over and never got to tell you the truth. I never got over us, you. I…I never wanted you to go—”

“I remember very clearly you throwing me out of the bunker and telling me never to contact you again. You know what, showing up tonight was my bigges—”

“Son of a bitch, I can't believe I'm fucking doin’ this,” Dean murmured.

“Wha–” The rest of the question turned into a squeak and Dean’s lips crashed into her. And then the thoughts crashed into him. Fuck.

Dean immediately jumped back from her. “I'm so sor—”

“If you dare to say sorry for this, I am telling Sammy to shoot you in your dick, asshole,” Y/N panted, “Fucking come, kiss me, you moron!”

“You sure? You just had a breakup and…”

Y/N looked at Dean, “I know. But Dean, I had kept loving you all along and maybe by some, heaven’s grace—”

“Jack’s grace.”

“Who’s Jack?”

“God. Well, new God. Jack had been living with us…its a long story for another time.”

“Yeah so, by Jack’s grace, maybe it's my second chance at being with you. Loving you.” Dean’s breath hitched at her words, “Your hands are tough, but they are where mine belong.”

So he walked up to her, and pulled her into a loving kiss. It was soft, eager and…just like old times.

They separated but their foreheads touched as they panted for air. “Second chance?” Dean asked

Y/N nodded, “Second chance.”

He smiled, “This time I'll leave no stones unturned to make this work. Because Y/N, sweetheart, you are worth everything.”

Oh boy, I'm kinda rusty XD

Let me know your thoughts! Comments are highly appreciated!

[fantasyandshit]

The true monsters

Type:Oneshot

Pairing: Dean and Sam Winchester x sister reader

Summary: The winchesters have hunted monsters practically their whole lives but when the youngest is taken, they find out who the true monsters are.

(I know I suck at summaries)

*****I usually don’t include warnings mainly because I forget but this is graphic guys so please be careful and don’t read if uncomfortable, this includes themes of violence, force feeding, kidnapping, torture, etc.*****

“I’m going for food.” I catch the keys Dean throws at me- my motorcycle of course. I’d never get to drive baby, especially not alone.

Sighing I leave the motel room and head to the 24/7 diner down the road, it’s late, about 1:30 am so no one’s really out except the people at the bar next door as I walk into the brightly lit Diner. “And what’s a beautiful lady like you doing out here alone?” I turn to see a very clearly drunk old man. I choose to ignore him as I turn back to the counter and wait for my food.

Finally after sitting awkwardly with the man staring from across the room I get the food and leave, failing to notice the man that steps from the shadows of the alley behind me. As I pull my phone from my pocket to text my brothers a cloth is shoved over my mouth and nose and after struggling for a moment, all goes black.

———

*Deans Pov*

“Did Yn send you a weird text too?”

“Uhh no? What does it say?” Sam leans over my shoulder as I show him the text from our sister.

Rug rat 🐀

He- foo-

“Yeah that is weird, maybe it’s just a glitch in her phone or something? I’m sure everything’s fine.”

I hesitate a moment, “Yeah, yeah you’re right.” Somehow even as I say it, I can’t shake the unease that settles in my gut.

———

*Yns pov*

I wake up in a dark, musty room, I’m laying on a table with my arms, legs, chest, hips, and head held down by thick leather straps and a cloth gag sits in my mouth. My eyes move frantically as the fog slowly leaves my head. “Good, you’re awake.” A figure from the corner moves forward before I feel a cool touch run down my torso, that’s when I notice I’m completely bare. My eyes frantically search the man’s face, recognizing the drunk from earlier. “Don’t panic darling, everything is gonna be just fine.”

A muffled scream leaves my lips as his fist connects with my kidney twice before he steps away. As the man leaves I take in the room, in the far wall there looks to be a table, bottles and needs lined across it varying in size and color, I try and fail to struggle in my restraints as the cold metal of the table bites into my skin. “Now now love, no need to struggle.” Another man steps into the room, followed by the drunk from earlier. “I should explain, see me and my boy here we needed a new test subject, and when we saw a pretty lady like you all by herself, well we just couldn’t resist.”

I try to process what he means but my brain is still slow, that’s when I feel it- a prick in my neck before fire burns through my veins, spreading rapidly. I thrash and writhe, muffled screams and sobs leave my lips as tears and drool cover the gag, slipping down my chin.

———

*Deans Pov*

“Ok, something definitely isn’t right, it’s been two hours and Yn isn’t home.”

“You’re right. We’ll go to the authorities later, this doesn’t seem like an us case. We can drive around and look for her though.” Sam seems too calm in this situation, although that’s always how he’s been while me and Yn were always hot headed.

Me and Sam decide to drive over to the diner, “Sammy.” My voice is weak as I call my brother over.

“Oh god.” A shaky breathe leaves him as we see our sisters motorcycle on the side of the road, her keys, wallet, and phone on the pavement beside it.

———

*Yns pov*

I don’t know how long has passed at this point, three hours, three days, I don’t know anymore. My body is numb from all the injections of who knows what and the beatings I’ve taken, there’s currently a tube down my throat held in place by a block to keep my mouth open as food is forced into my stomach because I wouldn’t eat, an IV runs more drugs into my bloody, bruised body. Everything hurts as I lay on the metal table, rats squeaking in the corner.

“We found her!” The door is busted open and people rush to me, “hey, hey we’ve got you.” It’s a man, he has a vest with the letters FBI on him, a hun in his belt as he gets me from the restraints. “This may hurt a bit ok?” He grabs the tube currently in my throat and pulls, causing a spluttering choke to leave my forcefully parted lips before the block is removed after the tube. next to go is the IV before I’m carefully picked up and rushed outside into an ambulance. That’s when it all goes black.

———

My eyes blink open as i feel rough sheets beneath me, panic surges through me as i feel something in my mouth and needles in my skin. I start ripping at whatever my weak body can, not understanding where I am. “Hey, hey. Yn you’re ok, you’re ok. You’re safe, you’re in a hospital and you’re safe. The tube is to help you breathe, the IVs are helping keep you stable. I need you to calm down for me.”

A strangled cry leaves me as I take in my oldest brother, care and concern in his eyes as he looks at me. Nurses and doctors flood the room and shortly after the tube down my throat is replaced by something in my nose. “Dean?” My voice is horse from lack of use.

“Yeah baby, yeah it’s me. I’m here. Sammy uh- Sammy went to go get some food and coffee, he should be back soon.”

“How long?”

“Look kid I-���

“How. Long?”

A heavy sigh escaped his lips, “two weeks, you were out while here for another week after that. God I’ve been worried sick kid, that doesn’t even begin to cover it.”

Surprise hits me, two weeks, those freaks had me for two weeks. I squeeze the hand that holds mine as I look to Dean with teary eyes. “You’ll make it through this. You’re strong. I’ll be here every step of the way. I love you sis.”

“I love you to De.” With that I nod off into a peaceful sleep, my brothers hand being used as a pillow.

—————

I know it kind of sucks but here you go. I hope you enjoyed!

[bingbongsupremacy]

Brothers Comfort

Pairing: Brother Sam & Brother Dean x platonic!younger sister reader

Warnings: Very cringe and short. I wrote this when I was in middle school. Originally from Wattpad.

Summary: Your brothers are there to comfort you when you wake up from a bad nightmare.

*Not Proof Read* Supernatural

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Reader's P.O.V.

" Come out, come out, wherever you are, y/n. " A sinister airy voice calls. " I will find you! Wherever you are! Your brothers and dad will never be able to save you. They'll never help you. They'll forget about you. " The voice cackles and a shadow runs past my hiding place. I curl up tighter and whimper with tears in my eyes.

" Leave me alone! " I whimper. " Deany! Sammy! Daddy! " I scream as a dark head peer down at me. The eyes are a glowing red and the teeth on the creature are a mixture of white and sickly yellow.

" They can't hear you, N/N. " The creature laughs. " No one can hear you. You're mine now. "

Shivers run down my back. " H-how do you know m-my name? " I whimper in fear. What is this creature? How does it know me? What did I do to it? Why does it want to hurt me? Where's Daddy?! Where's Deany and Sammy? I want my family!!

" Oh, I know everything about you, Y/n. Everything. I know that you hate life on the road, that you don't like switching schools every week so your father can hunt my kind and others. I know you wish at times that you had a normal family. Oh, but you can't have a normal family, can you little girl? Such big thoughts for a tiny child. " The creature rushes towards me. Before it can grab me, it stops a few feet away with a wide evil grin. " Oh, what the others would do to get you, a Winchester. You and your family have been nothing but a pain for us these past years. You're going to grow up to be exactly like your father and brothers, and that I will not let happen. We don't need more of you in this world. That's why I'll be taking care of you now. Oh, child, this is your end. Your bloody, horrific end. " The creature lets out a sharp whistle that hurts my ears. I wince and my eyes widen as I see other creatures start to appear. There are shadowy creatures, like the one that spoke before, and many many other creatures. Vampires, Skinwalkers, werewolves, and more, all wanting to eat me.

I scream as they laugh and lunge at me. " No! Stop! No!! Daddy!!! Dean!! Sammy!! Help me! Help me!! "

" Y/N! Y/N!! Wake up! Wake up, kid! Come on! Y/N! Wake up! " I hear Dean's voice over the screeches of pleasure coming from the monsters.

" Help me! " I scream. My body is shaken wildly. My eyes snap open as the creature takes a large bite out of my neck.

Dean stares down at me, his eyes wide with worry and confusion.

" Don't let them eat me, Dean! Don't let them eat me! " I beg while sobbing. Big tears drip off my face and onto Dean's shirt as I cling to my older brother.

" Shh. You're okay, Y/N. You're okay. Calm down. You're okay. " Dean soothes. He pats my back comfortingly.

" Don't l-let them eat me. " I hiccup. " Don't let them eat me. "

Dean runs a hand through my hair. " Don't worry, Y/N. They can't hurt you. Nothing can get you. You're alright. You're safe here. "

" Dean? What's wrong with N/N? " Sammy asks sleepily as he stumbles towards us.

" Nightmare. " I hear Dean whisper.

" Oh. " Sammy climbs onto the bed next to me and Dean. " Are you okay Y/N? "

I whimper and shake my head. " N-no. They're after me. "

" What happened in your dream? " Sammy asks.

" Monsters. " I sniffle. " They ate me. And, and you, you guys didn't come. You didn't save me. Y-you didn't save me! " I cry.

Dean sighs. " It's just a dream, Y/N. Sammy and I are right here. The monsters aren't here. Okay? You're okay. "

I nod and pull Sam into the hug. " Don't leave me. Don't let them eat me, please. "

" We won't leave you, Y/N. We'll always be here to protect you. That's what older brothers are supposed to do. " Sammy smiles softly down at me. " We'll always be here to protect you. "

[notinthislife50]

Chapter 41

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“Careful now Dean, we wouldn’t want your little brother seeing you so violent, I mean he is only back from hell” you scowled.

“Well, don't you remember, Sam likes to go running too, so he isn't here,” he sneered back.

“Then go ahead, shoot me,” you dared him.

You saw the fight in his eyes, then he lowered his gun.

“That’s what I thought," you stated “You are such a hypocrite Dean, your will to find Sam took over you, as much as it did me, both of us neglected this relationship. And I warned you the next time I was gone.”

Before your brain could register anything, Dean's hand grabbed your throat, and his head rested against yours, "Why can't it ever be easy for us?” he asked sadly.

"We are hunters, it is never going to be easy,” you started to sob " But I can't keep getting my heart broken Dean, I'm not going to have any of it left."

“I miss you,” his voice almost inaudible.

"I miss you too bulldog,” you sighed.

Hearing his old nickname, Dean's eyes darken, and he kisses you. you tug on his shirt bringing his body closer and deepen the kiss.

He pulls away and looks at you, “Are you okay?” you ask softly.

“I'm just thinking, on every path we choose to get away from each other, it always leads us back to each other,” he pondered.

“Wow, when did Dean Winchester write poetry?” you playfully smacked him "Very romantic.”

“I'm all about the romance sweetheart," he laughed and kissed you again.

You slid your hands up his chest, taking off his shirt, you stood taking in the sight of his body as you planted a kiss on his shoulder, the familiar smell of him made you tear up.

“Hey we don't have to do anything," he comforted you.

“It's not that, I just missed you so much,” you bit your lip, to stop you from crying.

Taking your face into his hands, Dean kissed you slowly and languidly, running his hands up your back, causing you to shiver at his touch.

As he removes your shirt he stops for a minute and takes the sight of your body in and moans as thoughts of you together run through his head.

As he guides you to the sofa, he sits you on his lap, and you feel his breath on your breasts.

His eyes never leave yours, as he runs his hands up your spine and stops at your bra. you bite your lip as he removes it.

You moan and arch your back as he places a kiss on one of your nipples then starts to suck on it. when he stops you whine.

But Dean gently lies you on the sofa. he rubs his hands down your sides then brings his hands to your jeans.

Slowly he undoes the button and slides them off along with your underwear. You watch him as he stands up and takes off his own.

He stands for a second to take in your naked body "I will never forget how perfect you are,” he says before he lies down on top of you.

Your legs widen for him, and you feel his hardened cock rest against you.

You slowly grind yourself on him but he stills you.

“Y/n I haven't touched you in months, I don't know how long I will last,” he says apologetically.

“I feel the same Dean,” you whimpered “I just want you.”

You feel his fingers slowly make circles on your clit and you gasp in pleasure. he slowly brings his hand further down, and slowly dips into you causing you to grind against his hand.

“Dean,” you cry out. and with that, he adds another finger. before any noise could leave you he kisses you again.

“Y/n," he moans into your mouth as you cum around his fingers.

He replaces his fingers with his cock and you choke in pleasure.

“Dean don't stop, it feels so good” You kiss him.

As you both find your too-familiar rhythm, the room is filled with both your moans and whines.

“Dean I need to cum,” you plead.

As he looks at you your face, which is lost in pleasure, he sets a furious pace and pounds you into the sofa, your nails leaving marks down his back.

Your hips thrust up as you cry out in pleasure, hearing you scream his name again Dean can't hold back any longer and cums with you.

You both lie completely spent, and Dean turns to you.

"I can hear that brain of yours,” he smiles unsure.

“We can't keep doing this Dean, this on and off again” you sigh.

“I agree, maybe this time, we talk to each other and each of us stops running away,” he says.

“Deal," you smile at him kissing him.

“Jesus, guys the sofa, like Y/n your room is right literally there,” Sam shouts shutting the front door.

As you get up off the sofa and grab your clothes, you both make your way into your bedroom, where you both start laughing.

“That's one thing we can never stop doing though, is scarring Sam,” and you both fall on the bed laughing.

A few hours later you hear the sound of a car pulling up and rush to grab your gun.

When Sam and Bobby enter the cabin, you shout up “You didn’t tell anyone where I live, you didn’t mention me in town?”

“No Y/n we didn’t, we just went to a few stores to get some supplies so we can start to ward the place,” Sam tried to convince you.

“And supplies you mean food?” Dean's voice questioned behind.

“Well no,” Sammy whispered.

“Come on Sam,” Dean shouted.

“Dean it's fine, I’ve enough food for us for tonight, and tomorrow I can head into town and get some more.” Walking to the fridge you pulled out a lasagne and placed it into the oven.

“You made all that for you?” Bobby said raising his eyebrows.

“No, I know you three would track me down sooner or later, so I knew I needed to have some food,” You smiled. “For now though, there is cereal and bread in the cupboard and stuff in the fridge for sandwiches.”

“Thank god for that,” Dean clapped and walked towards the fridge.

Sam just rolled his eyes and smiled, As did you.

@deansgirl79 @suckitands33 @deans-baby-momma @dragony937 @linzerrr @deans-spinster-witch @foxyjwls007 @djs8891 @my-obsession-spn @mikaylalala13 @jackles010378 @spnbaby-67

[k2ntoss]

A NICE EX !!! DESTIEL

tw ⭒ none, just destiel angst and them being exes ):

a/n ⭒ i think is was just time for me to write something angsty about my little boyfies, yk.... i hope you enjoy my written through tears shit, i listened to the whole smithereens album while choking my sobs, sorry in advance

words count ⭒ idk, i'll stop doing this bc it makes my head ache lmao

castiel is a nice ex, the kind of ex anyone would love to have because he doesn't talk shit about the person he loved with all of him even when he's not feeling okay.

castiel isn't sleeping because he knows he'll dream with those pretty forest green eyes that used to look at him like he was perfect, he knows he'll hear that raspy and soft voice telling him how much he means. it's been nights when not even the warmth of his covers helped, lights turned off and even low and soft music playing on the background but sleep never came.

it had been over half a year, seven months, three days and ten hours to be precise and he counted every passing second, because he was still friends with sam and even with charlie, there was times when he called them and he could hear dean calling their names from afar, cas voice trembled before he said goodbye almost at the second he heard him.

it was hard, the few times sam had invited castiel to drink something with him he would tell him how's dean been doing, he had someone new and it was one of his past loves; a girl named cassie, how ironic but cas was happy for him because dean was doing fine, or so he thought.

"so... he's doing fine, right?" castiel asks, charlie is sitting by his side, her hand on his arm for some sort of comfort while sam looks at him and sighs "yeah, pretty much fine so maybe you should try going out yourself, dude" he urges, his tone is soft because sam knows how hard this is for cas.

"you're dreamy, cas, i know no person would resist you" charlie gives him a smile, she has always had a pretty way to bring a light to anyone who needed it and here he was, not smiling but letting a soft hum escape his lips before he took a sip from his beer "i don't think i'm ready for something like that yet"

"well, you don't have to actually engage into something too serious, cas" sam tells him and he knows that's true but he has never liked the thought of a one night stand to forget a broken heart "mhm, i don't think that's a good idea" and cas is drinking his whole bottle to try and push away the idea of touching or kissing someone who wasn't dean.

the memories of the last day they were together, the day dean broke up with him are still playing fresh on his mind and it brings a stingy feeling to his chest, a burn to his eyes and a knot to his throat. the night died and cas left that bar where he was with sam and charlie, walking to his house with easy steps, his body feeling dizzy as he remembered how dean looked at him that day, his green eyes flooded with tears and his face red because the conversation escalated to a heated argument.

dean felt like cas had changed, he was different and he tried to hard to do anything and everything by himself, keeping his problems and pretty much any issue he might have for him, never letting dean help or at least listen and well, castiel could solve almost every problem which made him feel good, superior to a lot of people until that started to get home with him, where he would push dean away with a smug smirk to do whatever his boyfriend was doing before just to look at him with an attitude that made dean feel a bit useless.

months were like that, every passing day it became worse for him and cas could feel how it wasn't as perfect as before because dean wouldn't be all giddy to see him at the end of the day, he would just greet him with a short grunt or a quick hug, the love was still there bu it felt so hard to act on it.

"is something going on?" cas voice was soft, his weight on the bed making dean look at him for a couple seconds before he went back to read his book "not at all, everything's just fine" and that was their night talk, he'll turn off the night lamp and turn around to sleep, shifting away when cas's hand tried to reach his waist to pull him closer "it's hot, let's not sleep like that tonight" was one of dean's excuses.

castiel knew something was off, that dean wasn't the same as before but what was different? he was just trying to be better, he was trying to show the world that he wasn't as naive and dumb as everyone thought, he wasn't a mere soldier and that he could do things on his own but that wasn't how it looked for his lover, little did cas knew that it was killing them slowly and painfully.

"i can't keep doing this, castiel, do you think it's fine?" dean's voice was loud, he had just arrived from work and cas tried to talk about their problems "do you know what the main problem here is? it's you, you're fucking all this up" words filled with poison and rage, it was all on his chest and castiel felt the realization "dean, i don't know what you mean, i'm trying to do all of this for us" and the calm tone on his words, the way he seemed to be so oblivious of their issues made him feel angrier.

"you're just doing this for you, man, does it makes you feel so good? it's a fucking pain in the ass, you look like you saw yourself as some kind of god and i hate it, castiel" dean was right in front of him, his index pressed on his chest "i hate all of this, what we've become it's not what i want and it's driving me insane" every single word felt like a stab.

"this is not what i deserve and i'm fucking serious" and castiel knows he's damn right, deep inside him he knew it and he had to let dean go so he couldn't hurt him anymore "i won't come back, this is how it ends" dean walks away and he can see the two bags that wait on the hallway, just like that dean walks away. the engine of the impala roars on the sidewalk and that's the only signal he has.

he had lost dean.

castiel kept playing this scene over and over again each night, when he was walking to his home after a long day at work his words would go around his mind like a broken record but this time it was different because his body went into automatic pilot as soon as he went out of the bar.

his feet walking on their own and he wasn't aware until a voice shook him off his slumber "cas?" that voice and the way his shortened name slipped out of his lips, his heartbeat running wild on his chest he was so sure dean could hear it.

there he was, holding a small shoebox with a bunch of casettes on it right in front of the black chevy impala. still beautiful, still dean winchester. forest green eyes bore into his blue ones and he tried to say something.

"what are you doing here?" he asked softly, not even cas knew it because he never noticed until he called.

"uh, i'm not really sure" his answer came out hoarse, his voice as low as always while he tilted his head a little trying to find out how he ended up standing right in front of the love of his life "it's good to see you're doing fine"

"yeah, fine... i'm doing fine" dean said, a small scoff escaping his lips "you're doing fine, cas?" he asked after leaving the box on baby's roof.

"not really, it's been a hard long time" castiel says looking away, he can feel dean's gaze on him and he fights the urge to get close, to hug him and not let go off him ever again "heard you're happy without me, i hope it's true... it hurts but it's okay, i could handle all the pain in the universe if it was for you"

and dean knows it's true, he knows how much castiel would do for him but he doesn't know where did that got lost before they broke up.

cas thought it would be dumb of him to wait for an answer, he knew dean was doing fine without him so he just walked past him. his hand patting his shoulder when he stood for a second by his side "you know i'd still die for you"

and he left, dean turned around just to look at his figure walking away from him. he wasn't doing fine either, nights were darker and not even cassie could fill the emptiness castiel left. he was left alone once again.

[happy74827]

Cold Little Heart

[Castiel x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Castiel returns, despite his hesitations

WC: 1,106

Category: Angst, Little bit of Fluff, Lime/Steamy

“And I know in my heart, in this cold heart. I can live, or I can die.”

『••✎••』

You felt his arm wrap around your torso, bringing you closer. The demons were surrounding you both, growling and snarling like rabid dogs. You watched in fear as he threw his angel blade at the wall, causing the sigils to crack and break.

You screamed his name in fear as they all rushed forward, but when you felt a firm press on your forehead, it relaxed your nerves immediately. As you stood there, you felt a gush of wind surround you at a lightning speed before stopping like it was never there in the first place. 

You knew you were safe when it became silent. You were finally safe. You were home, or at least the hotel room you rented. 

“Cassie…” Your voice stammers a bit, the sudden goosebumps that had formed now was fading away into your skin.

“Hold still.” His gruff voice spoke, just above a whisper. His hand gazed over your stomach with arms still attached around your lower back. You obliged to his words as you watched the soft blueish light illuminate from his hand to your stomach, the blood dissolving into nothing. Your wound healing in a matter of seconds.

When he finished, his vibrant eyes stared back at yours with a vigorous intensity. You had recently compared them to a husky — being that Cas had a personality similar to that of the puppy, but looking at his eyes now, they changed.

His eyes were now fire in water, passion in ice. The once mindless, dull eyes were now full of expression. Its shade was of an ideal raindrop on a blue aster. The shade of a waterway rushing to join the extraordinary sea.

He knew being here with you was wrong, but he could barely control himself at this point. He’s been fighting himself for nearly three months, avoiding your face to avoid everything else. Both Dean and Sam had noticed — he was sure of it — but neither commented. They allowed him to hurt your feelings, conflict your emotions. It was a shitty thing to do, but he had to do it. He couldn’t risk it.

He couldn’t risk you being collateral damage.

His hands had moved up to your forearms, grasping them firmly. His eyes never left yours, admiration forming into his ardent eyes. It was like a gravitational force came upon you, pulling you closer into him. Your hands found its way to his chest, pulling your arms out of his grasp.

He leaned down, creating a small gap between the two of you. His lips were hovering over yours, just inches apart. His hands gripped your hips, preventing you from falling.

Of course, he never fully stayed away. With all that was happening around the world and the brothers constantly fighting greater evils, he found himself occasionally flying to see you. You couldn’t see him, but he was there. For everything.

If this had been a few years ago, he would be emotionless… thinking nothing of how you’d feel. But, you helped him see the world worth living for. You — and the brothers, but mostly you — gave him humanity. Gave him purpose other than the orders he was created to follow.

His heart broke every time you collapsed in despair. Your quiet sobs soaking into your pillows, trying to keep those emotions hidden from the brothers. He always wondered why you never cried in Dean’s arms… or Sam’s. They’d always make time for you.

Eventually, after every day of watching your endless suffering, it finally snapped him out of it. You had gone on a hunt, fighting demons despite being at a definite disadvantage. No boys… no Bobby… it was as if you were suicidal at this point, and he couldn’t take it anymore.

That’s when he stepped in, body slamming the two demons in front of you — smiting them quickly and efficiently. He would never forget the face you made as the two of you made contact… there was light. Hope.

The moment was shortly caught off as more demons poured in like a swarm of zombies. It was clear you had underestimated the swarm, and he was very thankful he was around otherwise you’d dead within a minute.

Before he could close the gap between the two of you, he pulled away. “I can’t.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Can’t?”

He sighed, looking down. “I’m an angel of the lord.”

“Yeah, Cassie, I kinda know that.” You retorted with a slight smile.

He gave you an annoyed expression, rolling his eyes. “I meant us, as in… us. It’s…it’s frowned upon.”

“Well, I’m already frowned upon by my parents, so it’s not much of a shocker—”

He rolled his eyes again, interrupting you. “Angels aren’t supposed to feel love. They’re not supposed to feel anything for that matter.”

“But you do so that doesn’t matter.” You stated, voice barely above a whisper. “It’s okay, Cassie, we’re okay.”

“No, we’re- we’re not.” He sighed, “I thought I could fix this by leaving. I thought if I had left you alone, everything would slowly fix itself. But, I was wrong. It’s still there. Everything is still there.”

“Cas…”

“I’m sorry, I should’ve been there.” His hands had cupped your face as he sighed into you. You saw the pain he held in his eyes, clearly he had been suffering just as you did. “I inflicted pain on you for selfish reasons. I was a coward, hiding away, instead of facing my fears.”

“Cas, you rebelled against everything you’ve ever believed in to help us. To help Dean save his brother. You practically broke every rule in the angel rule book. You faced Uriel… Anna… Zachariah… how could you be that scared after facing them? After everything we faced—?!”

You were cut off by Cassie’s sudden closeness. You hadn’t realized how much it escalated until your body had been pushed against the wall, his lips devouring yours, feeling hungry and ambiguous. Your lungs felt clenched, the air being sucked out of you, as your lips became numb with his touch.

Castiel was apprehensive at first, leaving feathery kisses that felt hesitant. His hands had wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer into the heat of his body. Your hands slowly tangled and gripped his hair, guiding him along as you deepened the kiss. 

When your back found its way against the wall, his hands pinned your head in place. A whine escaped your throat as he slithered his tongue down, dancing and intertwining with yours as your hands caressed down from his neck to his spine. 

Eventually his hand found his tie, yanking it off with one tug, before discarding it onto the floor. His overcoat following in pursuit.

“I believe if I just try, you believe in you and I.”

[samwinchesterswifu]

One Last Breath (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Requested: No

Set in Season 5

Warnings: Angst, Talks of suicide and SH

Song Inspiration: “One Last Breath” by Creed

A/n: Hi yall! It’s been SUCH a long time since I’ve last wrote any fanfiction and posted it here to Tumblr. My writings are a bit wonky, and the themes are a bit dark but it is pre-apocalypse Dean. I hope you enjoy! Summary: Y/N has had enough of Deans antics, especially after forgetting that it was their anniversary. She decides to leave him, until receiving a voicemail from the man himself that he was going to give himself up to Michael.

These last few weeks have been rough on her handsome boyfriend. The apocalypse booming over the brothers’ heads, the choice to say yes to Michael, the only chance to save humanity and to save Sam from the worst fate that he could think of at the time. He became distant, rougher, and overall broken. His kisses, hugs, and cuddles are becoming less and less. Then came their anniversary. Where he barely acknowledged her all day and skidded out of their motel room early into the evening without saying a word. The Impala made a screeching sound like it stood in protest of the man’s decision.

            This broke her. The man she grew to love felt like he grew to resent her. Sliding down the side of the bed, a violent sob wrecked through her chest. Her hands folding into her heart to hold it. Leaning her head back on the shitty motel room she couldn’t help but just let the tears flow, and her cries be let out. One thought raced through her mind in this moment. Something she never thought she would think of. But the ideations came through so loud she couldn’t ignore them. If he doesn’t love you, end it. He doesn’t deserve you, end it. Spare yourself. Her cries grew stronger, almost felt like she was choking on her own snot. Then there was a knock at the door. Quickly picking herself up and trying to wipe away the tears that unfortunately kept falling no matter how hard she tried to stop, she grudgingly makes her way towards the door. Opening it a crack, Sam stands in the doorway.

            A soft smile forms his face in a comforting manner. She quickly pulls him into the room, collapsing instantly into his muscled body. He drags her to the edge of the bed. After adjusting comfortably, she bursts into tears even harder. This was the most skin-on-skin interaction she has gotten in practically months, and it felt good to touch another human. Sam felt warm and safe. After a while they find themselves in a cuddled position. She passed out, exhausted from all the crying and Sam couldn’t bear to let her go. The sun had fully set at this point, and Dean had yet to return.

            Nearing close to midnight, Sam finally sees the Impala lights pull into the window. But he doesn’t move an inch. Dean slams open the door, drunk and falling over himself. Stopping at the sight of Sam and his girlfriend. Gripping the beer bottle tight in his hand, he’s overcome with rage.

            “What the fuck do you think you’re doing with my girlfriend?” Dean’s angry voice booms around the room to the point that it startles her awake.

            Seeing Dean in the state that he’s, she was terrified. Sam got up from their position ready to defend her.

            “Comforting her like you should’ve been,” Sam spats towards Dean.

            “What does that even mean? She’s fine!” She really couldn’t believe the words coming from his mouth.

            “Clearly, she’s not. Do you even remember what today is for you two?” Sam was shaking with rage at this point.

            “No, I really don’t!” Dean says stepping up to Sam, like he was ready to through punches.

            “It was your guy’s anniversary! 3 fucking years together and you couldn’t even remember!” Sam took another step towards Dean, their chests almost touching at this point.

            “What-“ Dean says, the beer bottle slipping from his hand.

            “Wow,” She speaks up from where she stood. Both boys’ heads snapping in her direction.

            “You really didn’t remember?” She says, letting out a soft laugh. Dean gulps at her statement. He shook his head in agreement.

            She let out a scoff. Her heart finally breaking in one piece. After sitting down to put her shoes on, she turns to grab her bag. Which was a small black backpack and red duffle that consisted of her things. Walking towards the door, ignoring both boys, Dean grabs her arm to stop her.

            “Where do you think you’re going?” Dean asks, the smell of alcohol pungent on his tongue.

            “I’m leaving you,” she states, staring at him blankly. His grip tightens.

            “No,” Dean whispers. For once sounding heartbroken.

            “Too late, come on Sam.” she says, snatching her arm from his grip. Dean looks puzzled at his brother.

            Dean stands in disbelief as he watches not only the love of his life, but his brother walking out on him. She walks towards her own vehicle which was a ’69 SS Chevelle. Which was gifted to her by her father, Bobby. Throwing her things in the back seat, she hands her keys to Sam. He nods, understanding exactly where they needed to go, Bobby’s. She didn’t care what Dean was going to do in the meantime. Was he going to try to find them and make amends, or what.

            But her and Sam drove into the night. Sam was such a gentleman to her this whole time on the road. Slightly holding onto her hand as they drove. At some point she fell asleep, just completely exhausted from the earlier events, and needed an escape. They arrive to Bobby’s just as the sun rose. Apparently it seemed like Bobby was wide awake, as he greeted them at the door. She wondered if Dean had called. Though upon seeing her father with arms wide open, she could feel the tears fall again. Rushing to his side, she let him engulf her. Bobby let out quiet shh’s.

            “What happened kiddo?” Bobby asked looking down at her.

            “Dean,” Sam pipped up from behind them.

            “I’m gunna kill that boy.” Bobby said through gridded teeth. She shook her head in protest.

            “It’s not worth it dad. He’s too far gone.” Bobby sighed at her statement, turning to guide her back into her childhood home.

            Sam followed suit behind them. Carrying both her and his things. Sam watches as she makes her way upstairs, presumably to her bedroom. Setting down bags, Sam hears Bobby call him to the living room.

            “What happened Sam? I’ve never seen her this upset.” Bobby finishes his sentence, grabbing a bottle of his favorite whiskey.

            “Yesterday was their anniversary. I saw Dean leave early, and I could hear her crying from their room. I went to go check on her and she was a mess. She had a knife in her hands Bobby.” Sam sighs, settling into the couch. Running his hands through his hair and gripping a few strands out of frustration.

            “Oh god,” Bobby knew she struggled with self-harm in the past.

            “But then Dean came back, it was midnight and he was hammered. She had just fallen asleep, and he scared the shit out of her. He got angry that I was comforting her. He had no idea it was even their anniversary and she just finally broke. And so, we drove all night. I knew she needed to be home.” Sam finishes, and he was practically on edge of tears.

He was angry and frustrated not only with her, but all the pent-up emotions over Dean came rushing back. Sam cared about her like a sister. Sure, Sam found her attractive, but growing up he watched her, and Dean become obsessed over each other. He knew he stood no chance over Dean.

“Well thank you son. Thank you for bringing her home, go get you some rest.” Bobby says, then taking a sip of his whiskey. Sam could tell he was worried about her.

Nodding, Sam got up. He trudged his way upstairs. Walking towards her room, he peaked inside. She was under her covers; the bear Dean had won for her at a carnival when they were 18 tucked tightly under her arms. Sam smiled and turned to shut the door. But a small voice caught his attention.

“Sam?” She whispered, leaning up slightly now.

“Hey,” He responded to her quietly.

“Come here.” Sleep was evident in her voice, but in that moment, she wanted nothing more than Sam to be by her side.

Sam contemplated it for a moment before sighing, fully entering her room. He kicks off his shoes and slides into her bed behind her. He throws his arm around her waist, and they settle into a comfortable position for them both. She was out faster than he was.

“Y/N”

“Y/N”

Deans voice echoed in her dream. Suddenly she was standing in front of him. It was back in the motel room from the previous day. Dean was sitting on the edge of the bed, another bottle of beer in fingers that were also clutching his hair. Looking around, the motel room looked destroyed. Picture frames broke, the lamp shattered. She wanted to reach out to him, hold him, but she couldn’t. As much as she wanted to touch him, she couldn’t bear to look at him. Then, Dean snaps his head up, almost like he could see her there. He reaches out to touch her, but as his hand connects with her skin, she shoots out of bed.

Sam was no longer next to her and Castiel stood in front of her bed. She throws a book that was by her bedside at him. Castiel winces as it makes a hard thud against his chest.

“What the fuck Castiel! Why are you just watching me like Edward?” Castiel cocks his head in confusion at her statement and she sighs. He still didn’t understand the pop-culture references her and Dean made often.

“Dean asked me to come check on you,” Looking around, Castiel was confused on where she was. But she was frozen at hearing Dean’s name.

“Where are you?” Castiel asks.

“My bedroom?” She says puzzled.

“Oh, well Dean-“ Castiel begins and she stops him.

“Please don’t tell him where I am.” She states, looking down in defeat.

“But I promised.” Castiel sounded like a child standing in between to parents who were constantly fighting.

“Just please?” She looked up at him, eyes foggy like she was ready to cry again.

“Ok,” He sighs. Then suddenly he was gone.

Sniffling, she gets up and changes into a comfortable pair of leggings. Looking around to find some sort of jacket to wear, she sees that Sam forgot to grab his flannel. Debating on whether to wear it, she decides to and slips it over her small arms. The flannel was engulfing her. But it smelt nice, and it was warm. Which was the goal overall. She also digs around her drawers to find a pair of fuzzy socks, slipping those on as well. Wondering what the time was, she grabbed her phone from the nightstand, it was around 4pm at this point. There was a missed call from Dean, with a voice mail attached. She stared at it for a moment before deciding at the moment it wasn’t worth it to listen.

She begins to make her way downstairs. Some sort of BBQ sauce fills the air. Making her way towards the kitchen, she sees Sam at the dinner table. A bag of BBQ from her favorite local restaurant was waiting for her.

“I thought you might like something to eat.” Sam states, a smile forming on his lips.

“Wait is that my flannel?” Sam asks before she even took a step.

“Yeah, I hope its okay that I’m wearing it, I was cold.” she said sheepishly, shuffling her feet in the process.

“That’s fine.” Sam smiles at her.

She makes her way to the table as Sam digs out the box he got for her. Digging in her stomach growled. It had been at least a day since she had last eaten.

“Where’s dad?” She asks, looking around to find that the older hunter wasn’t there.

“He said he needed to get out for a moment and that he’d be back.” Sam says, taking a sip of his beer.

She shrugs. After a few minutes, she finishes her meal, sipping on a glass of water to help wash it all down. Sam had already finished, so she got up and began cleaning the table. Bobby was never good at chores, so typically she was the one who had to clean up after. She didn’t mind.  At this point, the sun had set fully. Sam had settled into the living room, putting on some random program on the T.V. Curiosity continued to eat at her. She still loved Dean, and the fact that there was that dream, and Castiel and the voicemail, she couldn’t help wondering what Dean had to say.  Saying goodnight to Sam, she makes her way back up to her bedroom. She sits on the edge of her bed, clicking on the voicemail and holding the phone to her ear.

Sweetheart,

Her breath hitches at his voice. His favorite nickname for her. He sounded out of breath, maybe the dream was right and he had just destroyed the motel room.

I am so sorry. I know sorry doesn’t cut it, but I can barely breathe without you here. I’ve been neglecting you for a while now and I just –

Dean hiccups and coughs like he was crying as well.

I’m going to go say yes. A package will arrive at Bobby’s for you. It’ll have baby’s keys in it, and my favorite leather jacket. I’m doing to this to save you, to save the world, I love you so much –

The voicemail cuts off. Her breathing is hitched and her heart pounding in her ears. Throwing off Sam’s flannel and throwing on a sweater and her shoes, she runs downstairs to see that Sam was still watching the television but shoots to his feet when he sees her panicked.

“Y./N? What’s wrong?” He asks concerned.

“Deans –“ She says, trying to catch her breath.

“He left me a voicemail, he said he’s going to say yes to Michael tonight. It’s suicide!” She starts to pace, the panic feeling in her heart making her want to puke.

“Oh no, he can’t!” Sam walks towards her.

“Castiel!” She blurts out. But after a few minutes he doesn’t show. Again, she calls out.

“Cas! Please! Help me here!” Then a woosh is heard behind her, turning to see the angel in question.

“How can I help you?” he asks curiously.

“Dean is going to say yes tonight. Please, lock on to him, take me there,” She was on the verge of tears again.

“Okay.” Castiel says and grab her arm. Next thing she knew she was outside an abandoned warehouse.

Drawing her gun, another gift from Dean. She pushes an open door, quietly making her way down a hallway where she can hear two faint voices talking. Getting closer to what she presumed was the main open room to the warehouse, the voices became clear. It was Dean talking to Zacharia.

“Now, are you sure you want to do this?” Zacharia asks.

“Please,” Dean voice sounded so weak.

Picking up her pace, she slams open a door that leads to the main room, startling both men.

“Dean no!” She shouts, earning a sigh from Zacharia.

“Get out of here little girl!” Zach says, flickering his wrist to throw her to the ground.

“No,” she whispers but it echoes through the room, feeling enough strength to somehow push pass his angel strength. Having a hand in front of her, she pushes herself up.

“What?” Zach says angrily, flickering back to the ground.

This time both of her arms were in front of her, pushing past the force, she fully pushed her torso up.

“I. Said. No.” she says through the struggle of resisting.

“How are you doing that?” Zach was clearly confused just as both her and Dean were.

How was she powerful enough to get past an angel’s force? Was this Castiel’s doing, and he was hidden, or maybe this was god himself? After placing her knee in a position to hold herself up, she gives one final push. Finally breaking free of Zach’s grasp sending the angel stumbling back.

“No! I almost had him!” Zach growls, not ready to accept defeat. He tried to flicker her back down, but she was able to ground herself. Fighting against the force, she makes her way towards Dean.

“This is what you want.” She starts taking another step towards him.

“I know you Dean Winchester, I understand now.” Another step.

“You were distancing yourself but you didn’t have to me like that.” Another one.

“I know –“ Dean croaks out.

“Let me help you, stop pushing me away.” She was so close to him.

“Let yourself love me without fear.” She was reaching out to him at this point.

“Let me love you.”

She crashes into him. Zach screams in anger as he’s pushed back. She looks into Dean’s eyes, as he holds her tightly. They were filled with so much pain and regret. She finally crashes her lips into his. Tasting the salt that heavily coated them from the night he spent crying. Dean grips her waist was so much force she felt like she was going to pop. She loops her arms around his neck, bringing him as close as possible. The kiss grew desperate, and hungry. They were lost in each other. So lost that they didn’t even see Zach burst into a bright light and disappear. Leaving them alone in the big empty warehouse.

After what felt like forever, she pulled away to catch her breath. Dean still tries to fish for her lips and she couldn’t help but smile. He finally opened his eyes and he just seemed like he was in awe.

“Baby,” Dean whispers to her. It felt genuine. Like she finally had her Dean back.

“How did you find me?”

“Castiel.” She smiled at him, earning a small laugh.

“Speaking of which,” she also states just as the angel himself appeared in front of them.

He grabs on to both, transporting them back to the original motel room. Which was indeed destroyed. The package Dean had yet to send sitting neatly on their shared bed. Finally letting go of each other, she goes to unravel the package. Dishing out the jacket and whatever Dean placed in there, including Baby’s keys. Instructing Dean to turn around, she places his leather jacket on him. Assisting him with putting it on. She kisses his back, and he turns to face her.

Dean was still sad, and that was evident. The guilt was heavy on his eyes. He goes to say something but gets cut off.

“You don’t have to apologize anymore. Please, just never ever have something like this last day happen again. I can’t take another heart break Dean.” She sighs. Tears start to swell again.

“Never again, I promise.” Dean says smiling down at her. Giving his bicep a squeeze, she grabs his bag that included his belongings.

“Let’s go home,” She whispers.

Dean nods in agreement. Taking her hand, he leads her towards the Impala. Opening the door for her to let her in, Dean slings his bag in the back. Closing his door he goes to the driver’s side, getting in himself. Turning on the engine, Baby coming into a light purr, they begin their adventure back to Bobby’s. Once reaching the highway, Dean reaches out for her hand, holding it in place for the rest of the drive.

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Hearts Possession - MichaelxAdamxfem!reader - Finale

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Adam and Reader grew up together and were high school sweethearts, after his death and learning about monsters, (Y/N) tries to move on but never forgets her first love. When ten years pass, what will happen when a familiar face appears?

Sorry this Birthweek past is late, work was a bitch

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Michael had never experienced such loneliness. Even trapped in Hell for over a millennia, he was never alone. But not, in the ever expansive darkness of the empty, he was truly alone.  

After taking in his new reality for the first time, the archangel, the strongest of his kind, fell to his knees and screamed in anguish. He had lost everything that had ever meant something to him. 

Adam, who trusted him enough to be used as his vessel, who showed him what compassion and love truly was, who knew his pain and comforted him. 

(Y/N), who loved him for him and just because he shared a body with the love of her life. Her heart was so large, so kind, she loved despite his flaws, his anger and pride. 

They had both shown him what living could really feel like. Michael had felt something that his father had never been able to give to him or his siblings, a sense of belonging, of a family. But now they were both gone. Their faces, smiling, hands reaching out to him, slowly faded from his memory.

His cries seemed to shake the void, desperate sobs clawing their way out of his throat. His heart, though it did not beat, felt like it was trying to escape his chest to be free of the sadness. 

“I HATE YOU!” He screamed, he screamed this until his voice could produce only a whisper. His father, his creator, had destroyed everything that he built with nothing more than a snap of his fingers. 

After what felt like hours, Michael lay against the ground, curled in a ball. It was the only thing he could do, trapped in and endless hellscape, damned to live alone until he was overtaken by the dark. 

“Are you quite done?” The voice made him scramble to a sitting position. A throne had appeared behind him, a woman lounging across the chair, a leg draped over on the arm rests. The woman was pale, brown hair in ringlets, and a permanent smirk on her lips.

“Helloooo~?” She moved to sit correctly, resting her elbows on her jean clad knees to stare at him, “Are you done crying like a little bitch? I don’t like being woken up and I have been awake way more than I would have liked lately.” 

“You’re the empty.” Michael whispered. 

The void smiled, raising an eyebrow, “Nothing escapes that perception of yours, does it?” She leaned back, “Soooo... You gonna go to sleepy time?” 

“I-...” He swallowed thickly, “I have to get back, I have to save them.” He stood up only to be forced to fall on his back. He grunted, gritting his teeth together. 

“Yeah, no. Only your daddy can do that and...” She hissed through her teeth, “I don’t think he’s comin’. Especially since he pulled the delinquent out of here and not you.” She hummed, “You did send him back pretty quickly, that was helpful.” 

“You don’t understand.” He said with a grunt, struggling to move his limbs. 

Her voice boomed in his ears, “I understand all too well actually. I just had a mega influx of souls in the last seventy-two hours. I just want to sleep. So you’re going to sleep.”

“N̵̢̮͖̬͚͚̟̹̹̓͐̈͗͆̐̂̽̓͠ͅO̷̖̠̬̮̼̜͇̙̪̦̲̲͉̩̊̾̔ͅW̷̘̓̓͗͋̂”

Michael fell into the sleep. His eternal rest. 

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Snap

A gasp escaped her lips as precious air filled her lungs. (Y/N) sat up, clutching at her chest. She was back on the beach, no blood, no pain. She let out a breathy laugh as she looked around. She could hear birds singing, filling the emptiness that had filled an empty world. She saw Sam and Dean rushing to help her stand. Jack stood farther away, a smile on his face. At their feet, the once omnipotent being was on the ground. The Winchesters and (Y/N) went to Jack’s side, staring down at Chuck. 

“What kind of an ending is this?” Chuck spoke in an exasperated tone.

“His power.” Sam tilted his head, “You sure it won't come back?”

“It's not his power anymore.” Jack said coolly.

“Then I think it's the ending where you're just like us and like all the other humans you forgot about.” Sam said.

“It's the ending where you grow old, you get sick, and you just die.” Dean added. 

“It’s the ending where you fall in love and will watch them die in front of your eyes. And you won’t be able to do a thing.” Her lip trembled as she glared down at him. 

“And no one cares.” Sam shrugged, “And no one remembers you. You're just forgotten.” Dean put a hand on the small of (Y/N)’s back, leading the pack back to the impala where they left Chuck by himself. To be alone. To live alone. And to die alone. 

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The impala pulled up outside of the little blue house, where Luella was making her way up the sidewalk just like she had been when she disappeared. 

“Is she blue?” Dean raised an eyebrow at the woman waddling. 

(Y/N) grinned brightly, hurried getting out of the Impala and walking to meet Luella. 

“Ah, Missus DeAngelo.” Luella smiled at the girl, “Your husband and I talked last week and I talked it over with Franklin. He said it was a surprise but I am just too excited.” She took her hand and placed the golden key in her palm, “The house is yours. I pray that it gives you as many memories as it gave to Franklin and I.”

“Luella, that’s... Thank you.” She sniffled back tears, hugging the woman tightly. The old woman chuckled, patting her on the back. When she pulled away, she gave her a wink. 

“Well, I’m off. We’re going to Aruba.” She waddled away with a pep in the step of her granny sneakers, zooming away in her little blue bug. Around that time, the boys had arrived behind her, looking up at the house. 

“Nice digs.” Sam chuckled, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jacket. 

“Missus DeAngelo?” Jack narrowed his eyes and tilted his head. 

“Yeah, it was Michael’s-” Her words died on her lips when the blue door opened. Out into the light of day stepped Adam, wearing his favorite blue flannel and his worn out jeans. 

“Adam.” She whispered, a slow walk turning into a run as she threw herself into his open arms. 

“Oh thank you.” He hugged her tightly, cradling the back of her head with one hand, while the other held her to his body by her waist, “Thank you, thank you.” He whispered. He pulled away to look down at her, his green eyes sparkling in the light. 

“Look at you, you’re so beautiful.” He said breathlessly, cupping her cheeks in his hands. 

“Is Michael there too?” She whispered. His smile faltered, shaking his head softly. 

“Adam.” A shaking voice spoke, breaking them away from their gazes. Dean and Sam stood on the stoop, sorry smiles on their faces. Adam pulled away, meeting Sam in a tight hug. The first time that Adam had done so. 

Sam let out a sound that was a mixture of a laugh and a sob, tears glittering in his eyes. 

“C’mere, little brother.” Dean smirked, but those same tears were threatening to spill. Adam grinned through tears, moving from Sam and Dean, holding him tight. 

This is what Adam had always dreamed about, family, a family of his own. Dean and Sam were here to be a part of his life, to give him advice, to be there for him when he needed it most. And to help him get what he loved most back. 

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Adam and (Y/N) sat on the couch across from Jack who had taken the recliner chair. The fact that this young boy was now the new god was mind blowing. But honestly, nothing really surprised her anymore. And of course Adam was used to it.

“So, Michael’s in the Empty?” She asked. 

“Yeah.” Jack nodded. 

“And you can get him out?” Adam looked between her and God. 

“Yeah.” The boy repeated. 

“Well...” Adam took a hold of her hand, hoping to calm her nerves as well as her own. His hair was wild and fluffy looking, much like the boy she had met all those years ago. His eyes were wide and full of something she had not seen in a long time: hope. 

“What do we need to do?” 

Jack stood up, offering his hands out for them to take: “Just trust me.” They both stood up, no hesitation as they took the boy’s hands. As soon as their palms touched, they were surrounded in darkness. 

“Just keep hold of me.” Jack said before something appeared from the void around them. A throne room with a very pissed brunette glaring at them. 

“What the hell are you doing back here?” She spat her venom, but soon enough her narrowed eyes widened, “Wait a minute, you upgraded. Didn’t you, squirt?” 

“I did. And I came to offer you a deal.” 

“A deal?” She chuckled, an amused smile on her lips, “I’m listening.” 

The boy brought them forward towards the throne, a kind smile on his face: “I want to say how sorry I am that you have not been getting the rest you were promised. So here is my offer: I take Castiel and Michael back with me, and I will share that you are never awoken again.” 

The Empty hummed, tapping her chin in thought. (Y/N) felt her whole body getting drowsy, perhaps the effects of the Empty lulling her to sleep. She glanced around the boy at Adam who seemed to be struggling to stay awake as well. 

“Alright, kid.” She smiled, “You can have your people back. But if I am ever awoken again, I’m coming for you.”

Jack nodded, “I understand.” Seemingly satisfied, the Empty snapped her fingers and there appeared Castiel and Michael. They were both standing there, staring with wide eyes. 

Castiel, blue eyes looking so tired, but his smile was so wide. And Michael, with tears running down his face, began to weep.

“You’re alive?” He muttered through trembling lips. 

“Let’s go home.” Adam smiled, holding out his hand. The angels both took a step forward, reaching out.

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One Year Later

Working hurriedly on the insane amount of food they would all need to eat, (Y/N) sighed in frustration when the doorbell rang. The sound was musical and was meant to be the least amount of stress possible. Not today.

"Adam, Michael, your brothers are here!"

"Already?" Adam grinned as he adjusted the collar on his flannel. Ever since becoming close with his brothers, he had embraced their flannel lifestyle. It wasn't a bad look on him. Family wasn't a bad look on him either, Michael included.

In the time that had passed since pulling Michael from the empty, the angel still had that stern look and tight frown, but those looks were becoming few and far between. Michael, perhaps for the first time in his existence, was happy. He had a connection to others, stronger than simply brothers in arms. Michael and Castiel had made amends and grown close. Finally, having someone to talk to about their father and what he had done to them.

Wiping her hands on her apron, she grinned up at Adam, moving away from the table she had set and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"You both ready?" She asked.

"With you? We would be ready to face the world." He grinned, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"Been there, done that." She rolled her eyes, watching Michael appear in Adam's place.

"Your heart beats are fine." Michael placed a hand on her stomach; the bump was hardly noticeable.

"Great. Now, can you stop worrying about me for five minutes? We're okay." She kissed his cheek, seeing Adam was back in the seat.

"Let's do this." They walked to the blue door and pulled it open, revealing a sight that made her heart squeeze.

Dean, Castiel, Jack, Sam, and his girlfriend Eileen who looked like she was about to bop. They greeted each and everyone with open arms, laughs, and smiles all around.

The smorgasbord of food was perfect for the number of people who showed up and for how bottomless Dean's stomach seemed to be. Between signing back and forth with Eileen, she caught Michael's eye as he spoke with the boys about everything he had experienced during the creation. He had so much passion for what he had accomplished. Then, (Y/N) smiled before focusing back on Eileen.

Castiel, whose wings forever tickled at Dean's freckled cheeks, looked around the home, looking at his brother triumphantly.

"Mike, I gotta say, place isn't half bad. Looks like a grandma lives here, but pretty nice." Dean draped his arm over the back of his chair.

Sam chuckled and nodded, "Yeah, the padding in every corner is a nice touch." One of the first things they had noticed upon entering the home was the fact that there wasn't a sharp corner in the place, covered in foam or some sort of padding.

"Yes, well, there's a reason for that." Michael grinned, probably the first time any of them had seen him smile. Jack gave the archangel a knowing glance, winking. But if anything, Jack's subtly was akin to a bullhorn.

Sam seemed to catch on immediately, a grin appearing: "Really? Like Jack?"

"We haven't been able to determine yet because someone has their lips sealed." Michael glanced at the boy who only smiled brightly, "But yes, really."

At that point, the light bulb in Dean's head went off: "Oh, (Y/N)'s pregnant?"

Rolling his eyes, Castiel sighed, "How oblivious are you?"

"Me? Oblivious?" He let out a chuckle that faltered near the end, "Yeah, sometimes."

"Would you be able to tell if they are nephilim?" Sam asked, leaning a little closer.

"Usually. Like with Jack, alarms should have gone off to every angel out there. But someone seemed to have cut the wire to the system."

Jack shrugged, "What can I say? I like surprises."

"Speaking of surprises." (Y/N) sing songed as Eileen, "I made pie. Well I made three actually."

Dean's head perked up, "Might have to borrow little lady for the weekend, eh, Cas?" He nudged the angel.

"Fat chance." Michael and Castiel replied in unison.

With a glow in his eye, Adam stood up and helped (Y/N) grab the pies from the window sill they were cooling on.

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After everyone was gone, Adam was in the kitchen washing dishes, taking frequent glances at his wife as she sat on the floor and put together a baby seat.

Michael appeared beside him, leaning back on the counter as he looked around.

"I would say we've done pretty well for ourselves." Michael said softly.

"Yeah, it's not conventional, but it's ours, and that's all that matters." Adam grinned, "Baby was a surprise though."

The angel raised his eyebrows in agreement, "Yes... I never truly understood human creation until now. When my father created man, he just thought of them as entertainment. Then I saw what they could do, whether or not I believed it then... I thought human creation was second to divine. To be able to make and create another life simply because you can always astound me. Now, we have created a little life."

Adam felt his heart swell, the love Michael had for all them made his whole body warm, "Domestic looks good on you, Angel."

With a smile, Michael disappeared and took over at the vessel in Adam, finishing the dishes with a snap of his fingers.

"Michael, you got somewhere to be?" (Y/N) called. Michael pouted, remembering that he was reminded that he was supposed to be doing human tasks in a human manner.

"Precious one, I know for a fact that you wish you could snap your fingers and get that swing done." Michael walked out, sitting beside her on the ground with his legs crossed.

"I'm making memories, Mister Milligan." She stuck her tongue out at him, looking back at the instructions. Truthfully, she wished she could snap her fingers and be done with everything that had to be built for the nursery.

"We could make more memories in other ways." He leaned in closer to press little kisses along her neck.

"Michael." She giggled, "Please."

"What can I say? My heart has been possessed with love." He nuzzled his face into her neck and pulled away, one eye glowing blue and the other a crystal green, "And we wouldn't have it any other way."

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The Winchester's Pet: Part 4

Summary: Dean starts dating Abigail, a beautiful, tall, blonde woman who knows about hunting. But what happens when you tell Dean you feel like he is in danger, will he believe you?

Warnings: broken reader, mentions of trauma, angst, 

Pairing: eventual Dean x reader

Wordcount: 1331

A/N:  This series will exist out of five parts and it will be a little dark! I will warn each chapter individualy. In one chapter there will be an attemped rape and torture (not graphic). So please heed the warnings before reading.

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After Abigail was killed , you had succumbed into unconsciousness to the injuries and exhaustion of your body. The boys moved you towards the infirmary where you were now slowly waking up.

“Y/n” a relieved voice sounds next to you. You turn your head towards the green eyed hunter.

“D-Dean” you groan.

“Don’t try to move. Cas is coming soon, sweetheart”

Sweetheart…

It has been nearly a year since he called you that. Your eyes get wet. With everything you went through, nothing hurt as much as losing Dean. A sob breaks through your body, allowing yourself to be vulnerable for the first time in months.

“Y-You didn’t believe me” you sob, your eyes fixed on the hunter.

He is crying too, his hand reaches for yours but you pull it away, hissing because of your wrist.

“Y/n… I’m so sorry… I- I have no way to fix this. If I had believed you, none of this would have happened”

“Yes, there is no way to fix this. I warned you. And you threw me and our five year friendship out of the door over some blond skank” you snap at him.

“Why did you come back?” he wonders “I threw you out. You could have left me with her and saved yourself”

“It’s like you don’t know me” you sigh in disbelieve “Despite everything that happened, I still love you Dean. You were in danger, I couldn’t let you get hurt”

“I don’t deserve you” he says as he looks down.

“Maybe you don’t. Maybe you do. But for now, our friendship. It’s broken Dean. I’m broken” even though it hurt to say this, you knew things couldn’t get back to normal after everything that had happened.

He slowly nods, “I understand. Will  you move back into the bunker? I can go if you need space, I just… I missed you” his eyes lift up from the ground and he looks at you pleadingly.

“I’ll move back in, and you can stay. But you have to give me space, Dean. I can’t jump back into movie nights and bar hurls. I need time, because right now I don’t trust you at all. You threw me aside like I didn’t matter”

“You do matter” he quickly says.

“If I did, you would have never thrown me out Dean” you turn your head away from him. You can’t look at him.

You know you shouldn’t blame him. He is a victim too. But what he did was wrong, he chose a stranger over you. That’s not something you can forgive and forget.

“I’m sorry” he says again.

“Please give me some space, Dean. I’m tired”

You didn’t hear an answer but you heard him get up from the chair and walk towards the door.

“Cas will come soon”

“Thanks” was your short reply.

It has been two weeks since Cas healed you. He was able to heal everything except for your broken heart, broken trust and broken spirit.

Nightmares about The Master haunt you every night and in the day you avoid Dean at all costs. You know he heard you scream. He often came into your room, wanting to help, but every time you sent him away.

You still didn’t trust him. You can’t let go of the feeling that next time when he finds a girl, he will throw you out just the same.

You might love him, but he doesn’t love you back, so the next girl will come.

And that rejection, that’s what hurt the most. Every time you look at him you can see it in his eyes.

The pity, the sorry, the rejection.

Sam is a huge help. He tries to make you smile and comes to your room when you’re screaming too loud. But no matter how sweet he is, he will never be able fill the hole that his brother left.

You’re sitting in the library, doing some research for a hunt. You don’t feel ready to leave the bunker yet, but you did want to help. People were still in danger, even if you feel like a shell from the former strong huntress you were.

You wonder if you could ever be that person again. That brave, confident and strong woman. Who spit in the bad guys face, who didn’t flinch at every loud noise, who wasn’t afraid of going to sleep, who wasn’t broken…

“Y/n?” Dean voice’s comes from behind you, making you jump.

“Sorry” he whispers softer “didn’t mean to scare you”

“It’s okay” you turn to him “I’m almost done with research” you tell him.

He sits down next to you “Okay”

“I was wondering if we could do a movie night, tonight?” he asks, hope lacing his voice.

“Dean…” you sigh “I’m not sure I’m ready for that” you explain to him.

It’s not that you’re scared of him, not at all. You want him close, you want him to hold you. But you also know it would mean nothing to him, while it means everything to you.

Now that he knows your feelings for him, you’re worried he would force himself to try something with you out of pity. He would become unhappy and you would be even more broken then before.

So a movie night with Dean… You weren’t sure if it was a good idea.

“I will sit on another couch or the other side of the room, I just… I miss you” he sighs.

“I miss you too” you say.

“So? What’s holding you back?” he asks, his voice sounding lighter than before.

“The fact that you know I love you, I don’t want you to act out of pity” you tell him.

“I won’t act out of pity. I just want us to be friends again, to things to go back like they were” he explains.

“I’m not sure we can ever be friends again Dean…” you watch him as his eyes fall down to look at the floor.

“I’m not that person anymore. You might have not changed, but I did. Things won’t ever be like they were Dean. Not for me.” You have been homeless, tortured and abused. You can’t just bounce back from that.

“Yeah… I- I understand. I’m sorry” he gets up and leaves the library.

You put your head in your hands and wonder if living in the bunker is even a good idea. Maybe if you live somewhere else, you will heal faster.

“Everything alright, Y/n?” Sam asks as he comes back from retrieving a book  from his room.

“Yeah” you look up Sam and give him a small smile.

“I crossed Dean on the way… did something happen?” he sits down opposite you and opens the book.

“He asked for a movie night. But I don’t know Sam. I’m not ready to be close to him yet.” You sigh “Does that make me a bitch? Because I know he’s trying and he has been really sweet but I just can’t…” you voice your thoughts to Sam. Maybe he knows what to do, how you can start to rebuild.

“You’re not a bitch Y/n. If you don’t feel ready, you’re not ready. Going to force yourself into situation won’t help. You went through a lot Y/n. It’s only been a few weeks” he explains “you need to give yourself more time”

“But what if time won’t help? I feel so… broken Sam. I don’t even recognize myself anymore…” you look down at your lap and feel the tears swell in your eyes.

“Hey…” he says softly and gets up from his seat to come sit next to you and wraps his arms around you. “Time heals all wounds. I know you will find yourself again. You just have to be patient with yourself”

You nod as you turn your face into his chest, “Thank you for understanding me, Sam”

“You’re not alone Y/n. You’re gonna get through this.” He reassures you.

You nod and hope he’s right…

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Trade

Dean Winchester x little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: Dean says the wrong thing to you, and finds it hard to apologize

“Why didn’t you go with Bobby?”

“I’m not gonna leave you here alone,” you sat down next to Dean, keeping your head down, unable to look at Sam’s still form laid out on a bed.

“You should’ve gone with him.”

“Dean, stop. I’m not leaving until you do.”

“I don’t want you here,” Dean struggled to speak through the lump in his throat.

“I don’t care.”

You flinched when Dean stood suddenly, knocking his chair over.

“Just go, ok! You shouldn’t be here!”

“Neither should you. Dean, we-“ you choked as tears slipped down your cheeks. “There’s n-nothing we can do. Please.”

“Don’t you start in on me too,” Dean’s voice was dangerously quiet. “Don’t you tell me to bury him, or burn him.”

“Dean, what else can we-“

“Don’t you say that to me!” Dean slammed his hand on the table, causing the empty bottles on it to shake. “If you hadn’t-“

You looked up in surprise when Dean suddenly stopped.

“If…if I hadn’t what, Dean?”

“Forget about it. Just get out.”

“Dean, I’m not leaving! I can’t leave you here like this, with-with…” a sob shook your body when your eyes landed on your dead big brother.

“What, with him?” Dean turned to look at Sam, his voice thick. “I’d rather be with him than you.”

“What?” You breathed.

“If you hadn’t slowed us down,” Dean swallowed. “If we had gotten here a minute or two sooner, he-he wouldn’t be-“ Dean clenched his fists. “Just go. Go, get out!”

You staggered back when Dean turned his eyes back to you.

“I…” you couldn’t argue. You knew you slowed your brothers down, and always had.

You just never thought that they believed it, too.

“Y/N-“ Dean started.

“I’m sorry,” you finally managed, before turning and running out the door.

“No,” Dean breathed. “No, I’m sorry.”

But you were already gone.

…

“Where is she?”

“Dean, what is this?” Bobby ignored Dean’s question as he stared at Sam, back from the dead.

“Bobby not now. Where is she, I need-“

“Upstairs,” Bobby finally turned his attention away from Sam. “Dean, I don’t know what you said to her, but you gotta fix it.”

“Sammy?” The sound of your voice gained the attention of all three men. You bolted down the stairs, and Sam staggered back in surprise when you threw yourself into his arms.

“Ow, ow, Y/N,” he complained, pulling you away from him.

“You…you’re…” you glanced from Sam to Dean, then back at Sam.

“Yeah,” Dean jumped in. “He’s ok.” At Sam’s questioning look, he continued. “Once we were pretty sure you’d make it through, I had Bobby bring her here so she could get some rest. She didn’t want to leave you, but…” Dean glanced away when you turned to stare at him.

“Ok,” Sam said. “Well, yeah I’m ok. So let’s get to work.”

…

Dean had been trying to talk to you for days. Bobby had had to tell you about his demon deal, since you were avoiding Dean like the plague.

He kept replaying the scene over and over. He’d told you it was your fault that Sam had died.

No wonder you hated him.

“Hey kid,” Dean greeted as he walked into the kitchen, where you were making yourself a sandwich. You didn’t respond, intent on staring at your hands. You quickly finished your task, but when you turned to go Dean grabbed your arm. “Please don’t go.”

You kept your eyes downcast, waiting for him to speak.

“Say something,” he said.

“What do you want?” You asked finally.

“To talk.”

“About what?”

“Could you at least look at me?” Dean sighed. When you didn’t move, he kept going. “Look, baby, I’m…I’m sorry about what I said. I know that’s why you won’t talk to me, and I can’t blame you for being angry.”

“Angry?” Dean was surprised when you finally met his gaze. “I’m not-I’m not mad at you, Dean.”

Dean scoffed. “Then why haven’t you talked to me in three days?”

Your gaze dropped again, and you set your plate down on the table, desperate to look at anything other than Dean.

“Kid,” Dean continued. “C’mon, talk to me.”

“I-I just couldn’t,” you swallowed. “I couldn’t talk to you. Not after what happened.”

“Why?”

“Because you were right,” your hand twitched when a tear dripped onto it.

“Right? What, about you?” Dean reached out, placing his hands on your shoulders. “No, no baby I was dead wrong.”

You were shaking your head, shrinking away from Dean’s hold.

“If-if I didn’t slow you down all-all the time, Sammy wouldn’t have died. And-and now you’re going to hell to pay for that!” You cried. “How am I-am I supposed to talk to you when I know that this is all my fault?”

“Hey, don’t say that,” Dean struggled to speak as he felt his own eyes fill with tears. “This isn’t your fault, you understand me?”

“Why couldn’t you have let me do it?” You met Dean’s gaze, and the look in your eyes broke his heart. “Why couldn’t you have let me sell my soul? Then you and-and Sammy could be happy, and-and I’d be out of your way.”

“What?” Dean’s grip on your shoulders tightened, and he knelt down to be closer to your height. “Hey, hey don’t you talk like that.” The tears in his eyes were gone, replaced by a harsh resolve. “Don’t ever say anything like that again. I would never let you do that, never. I wouldn’t let you go to hell for anything, you understand?”

“But-but you and Sammy-“

“Hey!” You froze at Dean’s outburst. “You’re my baby sister, ok? I care about you just as much as I care about Sam. I would never trade you for him, I couldn’t. Not ever. And I’m sorry,” Dean swallowed. “I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like I would.”

Dean felt his desperation rise when your gaze lowered and tears streamed down your cheeks. He’d put these thoughts in your head, and now you thought he loved Sam more than you. If he couldn’t fix that…

“Hey, hey,” Dean reached out and brushed the tears off your cheeks, and you looked up at him as he spoke. “Are you hearing me?”

At your almost-imperceptible nod, Dean sighed and pulled you into his arms.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean a word I said, ok?” At your silence, he persisted. “Ok?”

“Ok,” he felt you shaking as you cried into his shoulder.

“Ok,” he breathed, cradling your head as he held you in a vice grip. “You and Sammy are the most important people in my life, and I could never choose between you.”

You were silent for a long moment, and Dean was content to hold you in his arms. When you finally spoke, Dean found himself holding you impossibly tighter at your words.

“I don’t want you to go away.”

“I know,” Dean blinked back tears. “I know, and I’m so sorry. But hey,” Dean pulled away enough to look at you. “We’ve got a year, ok? And you, me, and Sammy are gonna make the most of it. And I wouldn’t trade that for the world.”

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Longing

Title: Longing

Bad Bitches Bingo Square Filled: Fake Dating &  “I tried, I tried so hard. Why couldn’t you?”

Written for: @badbitchesbingo​​​​​

Summary: He never was yours in the first place.

Pairing: former Dean Winchester x fem!Reader, Jo Harvelle x fem!Reader (implied/fake dating)

Characters: Lisa Braeden, Sam Winchester

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: angst, unrequited love, language, longing, sadness, bisexual reader, a kiss or two among girls, Jo being a good friend and more, look Lisa is great too in this story

Divider by @firefly-graphics​​​

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Longing. One simple word describes the feeling burning in your chest. 

Once upon a time, it was only you and him. Whenever he needed a shoulder to lean on or a body to use, he found shelter in your world. A world he decided to avoid like a plague for months.

You didn’t have it in you to tell his new girl months ago he promised you the same things he whispers lovingly in her ear now. It pains you to watch them do all the things he denied giving to you.

Not that you ever would be the girl he could bring home. While the girl he has on his arm tonight wears shoes costing more than your car, you struggle to pay for your study and rent at the same time.

“Born with a silver spoon in her mouth,” Lisa mutters, wiping one of the tables. “He’s a fool, Y/N. Everyone believed he would ask you to become his girlfriend one day.”

“I’m not the kind of girl he could bring home, Lis,” you avoid looking at Dean and his new girlfriend. You can’t blame the girl for falling for his charm and his cocky smile. Who could deny him when he looks at you with those emerald eyes, making you weak in the knees?

“You are worth ten Dean Winchesters,” Jo walks over to hand you a drink, smiling shyly at you. “Your shift is over, babe. Don’t do this to yourself. He’s not worth it.”

You give your friends a cracked smile before you walk toward the next empty table to wipe it clean. 

“Y/N, go home and sleep it off. You have an important test in not two days,” Lisa tuts. “You can make it out of this shithole of a bar. We are counting on you.”

“You know, being smart and working hard doesn’t make you worth a Winchester,” the sadness in your eyes forces a tiny sob to leave Jo’s lips. 

“Come here,” she throws herself at you, hugs you tightly, hands lingering a bit too long on the small of your back for a friendly hug. “You will find the best guy one day. I swear, in a few weeks you will not remember Dean Winchester and his new girlfriend.”

“Oh, believe me, I will remember him. His new girl seems to love to post everything they do on social media. For a guy hiding from the press and hating social media, he loves to pose with that girl.”

“Forget that bastard,” Lisa jerks her head toward Sam, Dean’s younger brother. Said guy leans lazily against a wall, eyes searching for his latest adventure. “Why not fucking his brother to get even with Dean?”

“I won’t stoop so low, Lis,” you glance at Sam. It’s not as if he’s not an attractive man or that you do not have a size kink, though. You just don’t want to be another notch in Sam’s belt. It’s worse enough you ended up being the latest conquest of his elder brother. “Sam is nice, but I’m not in the mood for a one-night stand with a guy.”

“How about you ask him to fake it? I bet he’s nice enough to show Dean what he’s missing out,” Jo nods eagerly. “Right, Jo? Fake dating is the new revenge fuck.”

“I will not ask Sam to do so,” you cry. “He’s a Winchester, his brother’s most loyal fan. Sam would never lie to his big brother. Not for me or any other girl. It’s out of the question I will ask a Winchester for shit.”

“He’s looking at you, Y/N,” Lisa whispers while watching Sam size you up. “I bet he wouldn’t mind lying to his big brother or, you could still fuck him.”

“No,” is your final answer. “I’ll call it a night. My shift is over, and I wallowed enough in self-pity for one night. I’ll grab a snack on my way home and forget that I ever dared to dream Dean Winchester would see more in me than a pair of holes he can use.”

“Hey, are you done for tonight?” Sam jogs after you, touching your shoulder gently. “I could drive you home, Y/N.”

“Sam, just leave me alone,” you don’t turn around to face Dean’s baby brother, too fed up after you saw Dean with that girl. “I’m not in the mood to tell you to get lost, okay.”

“I thought, as you and Dean didn’t match—” you twirl around to glare up at Sam.

“You thought what, Samuel? After your big brother decided I’m not good enough to bring me home to your parents you believed you can drag me into your bed or car to get a taste too? What the fuck is wrong with you Winchesters? Is any girl a whore you can use to you?”

“Whoa, I didn’t mean it that way, Y/N. I just,” Sam watches you wipe a few tears off your cheek, sighing deeply. “Dean said you were only friends with benefits. That you called things off.”

“I didn’t do shit, Sam. He—he used me whenever he needed someone to talk, rant, or fuck. I was stupid enough to believe I was more to Dean than a pair of legs ready to spread whenever he wanted a quick fuck. When I told him that I love him, he never even looked at me again.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry. Now I feel like an idiot,” Sam wants to touch your shoulder to comfort you, but you flinch away. “Sorry. I always had a thing for you and wanted to ask you out. I would never—” Sam swallows thickly when you choke out a sob. “Listen, I’m sorry. This was a stupid idea. Dean, he lied obviously.”

“Well, Dean is the great pretender,” you quip, watching the door of the bar fling open. Dean is stumbling out of the bar, alone. His girl is nowhere to be seen, but you don’t have the time to ask yourself why she’s not with him right now. “He made me believe we are friends, and then he made me believe we could be more than friends.”

“Can I drive you home? No catch promised,” Sam offers but you shake your head. “Y/N, come on. It’s dark and I won’t let you walk home.”

“I got a car, you know. Only as I’m working at a bar to make enough money to pay for my study doesn’t mean I don’t have a car,” you turn back around to walk toward your car. “I suggest you and your brother look for a new bar. I don’t need to see his latest conquests every night. He could’ve at least showed enough compassion to not rub it in my face.”

“New job?” Dean lazily leans against the counter, grinning when you roll your eyes. It’s been four weeks since the unhappy encounter with his brother and you had hoped Dean stays away from the bar you are working at. “Are you a bartender now, sweetheart?”

“Barney called in sick, and I can handle making drinks,” you try to act professionally and ignore the glint in Dean’s eyes and the way he licks his lips. “What can I do for you?”

“I’d like to ask you to not fuck my brother, but you already did so—” you slam your fist onto the counter, cause Dean to flinch at the sudden motion.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? I turned Sam down, or did he tell you he scored just like you?” you sneer, shaking your head. “I thought Sam is a better man. I was wrong, again.”

“So, you didn’t fuck?” Dean tries, leaning closer to search your face. “Why did he give me a black eye then? He came home from the bar, punched my face, and called me a coward.”

“I told him the truth, Dean,” you wipe the counter, ignore Dean tries to get your attention. He impatiently taps his fingers onto the counter, calling your name. “Sam didn’t know you dumped me, Winchester. That’s what happened that night.”

“Oh—” brows furrowed Dean watches you walk toward the other end of the bar counter to poor a girl a drink. The girl giggles, eyes glued to Dean’s face. “I see, that’s the reason he punched me. Sammy always had a thing for you.”

“He said the same,” huffing you walk back to place an empty glass in front of Dean. “Name me the drink or leave the bar counter. Only paying guests are allowed to lurk here.”

“Whiskey, neat,” he says, eyes glued to your lips now. “I told you we can’t be a pair that night. Father, he would never let me be with someone like you.”

“Yeah, I got that,” you pour Dean a drink before you turn around to check on the bottles, or at least pretend to do so. “You know, it would’ve been nice to know so months before I fell in love with you. You only told me so when I admitted my feelings, Dean. That wasn’t fair.”

“It was all I had to offer,” twirling back around you shake your head. “It could’ve worked out, without you catching feelings. I’m allowed to have flings and lovers.”

“I tried, I tried so hard. Why couldn’t you, Dean? It could’ve worked out if only you weren’t a selfish trust-fund prick using any girl you can find. We were friends before you kissed me. You started all of this, Dean. We should’ve stayed friends and never crossed that line,” you look at Jo walk toward the bar counter.

She heard your conversation and decided it’s time for plan B. Or rather plan Jo. She straightens her back, nods at Dean before she walks straight toward you to cup your face gently.

“Baby, I thought you will come around later,” you are too stunned to react when Jo presses her lips softly to yours. “Damn, I love those lips against mine. Well, not only against my lips.” she giggles, looking at Dean, giving him a wink. “Do you have anything interesting to discuss or can I ask my girlfriend about her latest test.”

“I-it went well,” you stutter, feeling your cheeks heat up. Jo grasps your hand, squeezes it tightly to silently tell you to play along. “Thanks to you and your encouragement, baby girl. Thank you for the great back massage and the orgasms.”

“Anytime, babe,” Jo smirks when Dean’s face falls. “Oh, you don’t look good, Dean. Is something wrong? Are you sick?”

“I just need another drink, I guess,” he doesn’t look at you when you peck Jo’s lips, telling her to wait for you in the back. “Or the whole bottle.”

“On its way,” you coo, grasping for the bottle to place it in front of Dean. “Pay now before you can’t walk straight, Winchester. I’m not your friend anymore and won’t take care of you.”

“Not even my friend anymore, huh?!” Dean must watch you follow Jo to the back. He glances at the bottle, shaking his head before he slams money onto the counter to leave the bar. “Fucking great, dad. She just found a new lover…”

“What was that Jo?” your friend giggles, giving you a wink before she bursts into laughter. “I mean, not that I would mind you kissing me but that was—”

“I heard Dean and thought I should jump in and save you. It’s called fake dating, babe,” you nod, glancing at Jo. The quirky blonde stretches her body, and you admire the way her nipples strain against her thin shirt. “I mean, we can always go on a real date. I don’t mind kissing a hot chick.”

“I don’t want to ruin another friendship, Jo,” your friend leans back in her chair to search your face. “Maybe after I licked my wounds and got better I’m ready to go out again. If I’m ready, you are the first person on my bucket list.”

“I’m taking you up on that, babe,” she grasps for your hand to squeeze it gently. “He’s not worth it, Y/N. Always remember, other mothers have hot daughters to hit on.”

“I know,” you close your eyes for a moment. “I wish I could tell my heart to not long for him any longer. I hate this feeling and the longing for someone you can’t have…”

While you wipe your eyes you miss the longing look Jo gives you. You are right, it’s an awful feeling to long for someone you can’t have...

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the Original Vampire | Elijah Mikaelson x Winchester!reader

Requested by @nalledimessi​ / Summary: You finally tell the truth to your supernatural killing brothers; you’re dating the Original vampire Elijah Mikaelson. 

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“What is your story?” Elijah asked as his fingers ran up and down your arm. You were laying on his chest between the sheets of his bed. 

You hummed as you stared up to him with a soft smile, your index finger caressing his cheek, “If I told you, I’d have to kill you.” You whispered against his lips. 

He chuckles, pulling you closer against his chest, “That’s such a cliche.” 

You sat up next him, holding the sheet against your chest, “If I did tell you, you’d never forgive me.. You wouldn’t look at me the same.” 

He furrows his eyebrows as he stares at you, “It can’t be that bad.” He sits up and leans back against the headboard and reaches for your hand, but you pull away, tears already forming. 

“I should go.” 

Elijah is confused with the change of emotion in you. The two of you had been dating for close to three months now. He’d met you in a bar located in the French Quarter and the two of you had been inseparable since. 

You hated lying to him like this. You knew his secret; He was a vampire, an original vampire. The same one you and your brothers were hunting at the moment. You, Dean and Sam had drove down to New Orleans after hearing word vampires were taking over the French Quarter. So far during the two months, you’d killed 2 vampires and were no closer to killing the original vampires. Thanks to you. You’d kept your brothers away this long, sending them in the opposite direction. 

You were really going to kill Elijah that night you met him. That was your plan but he’d shown you a side of him, the good side that you couldn’t believe he was this evil vampire everyone spoke about. 

“You don’t have to go so soon.” He reaches for your arm, stopping you, “What is bothering you?” 

You shook your head, slipping your arm from his grasp, “It’d be better to be kept a secret.” You gave him a begging look, “Please just let this go.” 

He gives you a nod and waves his hand toward the door, “Then go.” 

You silently thanked him and hurried to get dressed.

“Will you still come to the party this evening? You are my date.” He asks, getting dressed himself. 

Shit. You’d completely forgot about the party tonight. You wondered if you could get passed your brothers tonight to attend. “Yes, I’ll be there.” 

Elijah came to your side after you’d completely dressed and put his hand on your cheek, “You can tell me anything.” 

“Not this.” 

~ 

“Where the hell have you been?” Dean stood from his seat at the table, anger written all over his face. 

You shrugged him off, tossing your jacket on the bed, “I was following a lead.” 

“We were worried sick.” Sam closes his laptop in front of him, “We tried calling and you didn’t answer.” 

“Sorry.” You mumble, sitting on the bed to slip your shoes off, “Phone died.” 

“Well, we got a good lead.” Dean tosses the paper next to you, “Hope you brought a fancy dress with you.” 

You picked up the piece of paper and read it over. 

“Cause we’re going to a party tonight.” Dean smirks. 

It was a poster for the same party you’d be attending tonight with Elijah. The same party that the Mikaelson’s were throwing at their home. Oh this wasn’t good at all. 

“Go get ready. We leave in an hour.” Sam orders. 

“We can’t go to this party.” You stand and look between the both of them, “We’d be walking straight to our death.” There would be multiple vampires there, you just knew it. 

Dean waves you off, “I think we’ll be fine.” 

“No, I don’t think you guys understand.” 

They have a look of confusion on their face, “Please. Elaborate.” 

“Yes please, elaborate, little sister.” Dean huffs, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Never mind.” You shook your head, “forget I said anything.” You head for the bathroom but Sam stops you, “Is there something you know that we dont?”

You shook your head, “No.” 

“You wouldn’t lie to us, would you?” Dean asks, skeptical. 

“Fuck you, Dean.” Looking between the two, “I’m going to get ready.” 

~ 

Sam and Dean made sure you were packing heat underneath your dress. Mostly wooden bullet filled guns and a couple wooden stakes in case you were to run into a vampire. How were you supposed to walk in there and not be spotted by Elijah? it was his family’s party and he’d be expecting you, looking for you in the crowd. 

You knew as soon as Sam and Dean laid eyes on one of the Mikaelson’s, they’d be dead. Oh god, what did you get yourself into? 

You followed behind the two brothers, sick to your stomach. You just had a feeling this night wouldn’t end well. “Should we get a drink first?” You suggested. 

Dean nods, “I could use a drink.” He lead the two of you toward the bar and was preoccupied by ordering, giving you time to look over the place. You spotted him instantly at the balcony above the courtyard. He hadn’t noticed you just yet. 

“Going to find a bathroom.” you said to Sam, who gave a nod, “Be careful.” His attention was then back toward the bar.

You quickly slipped through the crowd, looking back up where you’d spotted Elijah. He was already looking down at you with a smile. You returned the smile and headed up the stairs toward him. 

“You look stunning.” He compliments, leaning in for a kiss, but you’ve grabbed his arm and lead him toward his bedroom, “This morning wasn’t enough for you?” 

“We need to talk.” You quickly turned around to shut the french doors behind you. “I don’t have time but you and your family are in trouble.” 

“In trouble? What the hell is going on?” 

You glanced back at the door, Sam and Dean would be looking for you soon, “Elijah..” 

“Tell me why my family is in trouble.” He growled, becoming protective of his family and taking a step toward you. 

“I’m not who you think I am.” 

“Then tell me who you are.” He didn’t know if he could harm you if it came down to it. His heart was yours and the thought of harming you in anyway, made him sick. “I told you earlier, you can tell me anything, my love.” He gently caresses your cheek with his knuckles, “Who are you?” 

Your eyes became glossy as you stared up at him, “We.. me and my brothers are hunters. We hunt the supernatural and we got word of vampires taking over the French Quarter. The night we met, I was going to kill you but you showed such.. such a different side of what I thought vampires were. You showed me compassion and kindness.” You let out a soft sob, “I fell for you, Elijah and I couldn’t do it. I’ve tried to push them in the opposite direction from you and your family, but they saw the poster and they’re here.” 

He couldn’t help but grow angry at what you’d just told him. You lied to him, betrayed him. “you lied to me.” He took a step away from you. 

“Elijah please.. I wanted to tell you.” You begged, “I wanted to tell you so many times but I just didn’t know how.” 

“You betrayed me. Me and my family. We opened our home to you! We trusted you.” 

“Elijah, please. You have to know keeping you and your family safe was my main priority. I’ve kept them in the opposite direction so they wouldn’t find you. I’ve been feeding them the wrong information for weeks.” 

“Why not tell me the truth? Why lie to me?” 

“Because if you knew the truth you would have killed them.. or killed me. I couldn’t risk my family getting hurt either. But I wanted to protect both your family and mine.”

“So they are here now to kill my family? You brought them here?” 

You shook your head, “I would never. They saw the posters Rebekah put up this morning about the party.” 

“I wish you would have told me the truth sooner.” Pulling out the phone he starts to dial Klaus’ number to warn him. 

“Elijah I’m so sorry.” You let out a soft sob and hung your head. 

“Shh shh..” He gathers you in his free arm. He could see the hurt on your face and deep down he knew if you’d wanted to kill him, you’d done it already. “It’s alright.” He kisses the top of your head. 

“Niklaus-” He started but was interrupted as Sam and Dean bursted into the room, guns drawn, “get away from her!” 

Elijah went into protective mode, pushing your body behind is. 

“No-” You tried to interject, but it was too late. Sam pulled the trigger and the wooden bullet went straight through Elijah’s heart. You watched as he landed on his back with a thump, his body going grey with death.  

“No!” You cried out, “No! What did you do?!” You dropped to your knees next to Elijah, “No No no..” You gripped his hand in yours, laying your head on his chest and sobbed. This is what you’d tried to protect him from but you’d failed. You failed him. 

“Get away from him, y/n!” Dean ordered. 

“What the hell are you doing!” Sam went to grab you by the arms but you shook him off, falling back at Elijah’s side, “You killed him!” 

“Yeah I did!” Sam yells back, “That was the damn plan!” 

“What the hell is your problem?” Dean asks, reaching for you. 

“Don’t fucking touch me!” Your hands gripped Elijah’s shirt, your head going to his chest, “I’m so sorry.. I’m so sorry Elijah.” 

Dean and Sam had no idea what was going on and were confused with your outburst. Why were you crying over this mans, not man but vampire’s body? You’d think they’d killed the love of your life. 

“Oh my god.” Sam is the first to realize it, but Dean lags behind, “What?” 

Elijah gasps as he comes back to life, your name the first thing on his lips, “y/n” 

Your hands went to his face as the grey disappeared, “oh Elijah.. what is.. you’re alive?” Your hand went to his heart. The wound was still opened. 

He growls in pain as he pulls the bullet from his chest, examining it, “It’s not white oak.” Tossing it away from him, the wound healing, “You can’t kill an original vampire without white oak.” 

Sam and Dean are flabbergasted, that was not in any of their books. “You’re alive.” You sobbed, wrapping your arms around him, “I thought I lost you.” 

“Shh.. it’s alright my love.” He wipes a tear from your cheek, “I’m alright.” 

“What in the hell is going on?” Dean is still not caught up. 

“You’ve been screwing with our investigation this whole time, haven’t you?” Sam asked as he put the gun back in his holster, “Leading us in the wrong direction?” 

Elijah slowly pulled himself off the ground and helped you to your feet, “I love him, Sam.” 

“you gotta be fucking kidding me.” Dean growls, “you in love with a vampire?!” 

You flinched at his outburst. Elijah’s arm protectively wraps around you, “He’s been nothing but compassionate and kind.. He’s not like the stories dad would tell you. He’s a good man and yeah I love him.” 

Dean starts toward you but Sam grabs him by the shoulder, “Don’t Dean.” 

“You’re not on her side.” Dean looks at Sam in disbelief, “You can’t be okay with our little sister being in love with a vampire!” 

“She loves him, Dean, what the hell are we supposed to do?! We kill him, she’d never forgive us.” Sam looks at Elijah, “You love her?” 

Elijah looks down at you with such admiration and wipes a stray tear from your cheek, “With everything I have.” 

Sam takes a step toward Elijah, giving him a warning point of his finger, “If.. If one hair on her head is ever injured because of you, mark my words, the next bullet that goes through you will not be wood. It will be white oak.” 

Dean can’t believe his eyes. His little sister in love with an original vampire and his brother just going along with it. Saying it’s okay. Deep down he knew Sam was right; if they were to kill him, you’d never forgive them and they would lose another family member. You and Sam were all Dean had left and he couldn’t lose either of you. He steps up beside Sam, “That warning comes from me too.” That was his way of giving you his approval. 

Stepping away you gather Dean in a hug. His body stiffens at the affection but he returns the hug, “Thank you.” 

“I’ll kill him y/n. I’ll kill him if he hurts you.” He whispers to you. 

You nodded, “I know.” You give him a soft smile and then turn to Sam, giving him a hug. 

“We’re going to head back to Kansas. I assume you’re staying here?” Sam asks. 

You nod and return to Elijah’s side, “I’m staying here.” 

Elijah holds his hand out toward Sam, “If you two ever need help on a hunt, I’m willing to lend a hand.” 

“We won’t need it.” Dean grumbles as Sam shakes his hand and thanks him for the offer. 

Dean doesn’t shake his hand right away and Sam nudges him, “Fine, whatever.” He huffs with a shake of Elijah’s hand. 

Sam and Dean returned to Kansas to find another case while you stayed with Elijah in New Orleans. It felt like a cloud had been lifted from your shoulders. No more lying to Elijah or your brothers; Everything was out in the open and you’d had their approval which made it even better. 

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[rowyn-writes]

A Mother's Love Part Two

Warnings: Pregnancy, fluff, major angst, implications of depression

Pairings: Dean x Wife!Reader

Characters: Dean, Jack, Sam, Reader, Cas (Mentioned only)

Word count: 3k

You sat on the couch of your childhood home, staring blankly at the T.V. Your knees were pulled up to your chin as you had your arms wrapped around your legs. It had been three weeks since you left the bunker, and you felt empty inside.

Your mother sat beside you, a cup of tea and honey in her hand and a concerned look on her face. "Darling, you have to eat something. I know you haven't been feeling well, but you still need to stay healthy." You didn't respond to her as she set the cup of tea in your hands.

Everything felt numb. It was like you didn't feel any emotions at all. The world felt dull. Like all color had been stripped and it left you in darkness.

"Sweetheart, what happened?" She asked softly. Even though you had been with your parents for almost a month now, you had never fully discussed what happened with Dean.

"Mom, please-"

"No, Y/N." She put her foot down. "You call me one day, clearly upset saying that you and Jack were going to stay here for a while. You get here and you don't look like the daughter that I knew. You've changed."

You scoffed at your mother's words. "I'm getting a divorce, of course I've changed."

She sucked in a breath of air. "Y/N. What happened?" You gave your mother a brief rundown of what happened with you, Dean and Jack. "Oh, honey." She sympathized. "I am so sorry. You know that you and Jack are welcomed to stay as long as you like. I know your father is excited to have a grandchild."

Your heart skipped a beat as you looked up to your mother. "What?"

"Jack, of course." She explained. "Look at them. Your dad's so happy. It's about time you give us a grandson."

"Lord knows you couldn't count on Chris for that." You rolled your eyes. "He can't keep a girl to save his life." Your smile began to fade slightly as your stomach did flips. Your mom noticed your green complexion and ran to grab a trash can. It was nearly too late as you felt your dinner from last night coming back up. She held your hair back as you did so, calling for your dad to get a wet washcloth.

You felt a cold cloth across your forehead, cooling your body. "Mom!" Jack said worriedly. "Are you okay?.

"She's okay, kiddo." Your dad assured him. "She's just not feeling too well." He mumbled skeptically.

You sat back against the couch, holding the rag to your head. "Jack," Your mom called. "Why don't you and I go make some cookies?"

Jack smiled at the idea, looking to you for approval. "You don't have to ask me, sweetheart. Go have fun."

You mother dipped down to whisper something unintelligible in your dad's ear before going to the kitchen.

"Y/N," He shook his head. "Why didn't you tell us sooner?"

"Because I don't want it to be real." You muttered. "I don't want to think about the last thing that Dean said to me or the look on his face. I want to wake up and for this whole thing to be a dream. But I know it's not. I won't wake up next to him tomorrow and I don't get to tell him how much I love him." You chocked on a sob, covering you mouth with your hand so Jack wouldn't hear.

"Oh, my sweet girl." Your dad said softly, pulling you into his side. "I am so sorry, my darlin'." You rested your head on his shoulder as tears slipped down your cheeks. "That's not it, though. Is it? There's something else."

"Papa, I think I'm pregnant." You confessed. "I'm late and I've been sick all week."

"Have you taken a test yet?" He asked. You shook your head. "Okay, I'll tell you what. I'll go by the drug store and get a couple of tests, just to be sure, and I'll grab you some food on the way home. How does that sound?"

"Great." You said with a small smile. He kissed the top of your head before grabbing the keys and heading out of the house.

---

Five.

Five tests that had come back positive. Each one that you looked at made your heart sink more and more. "Oh god." You whimpered. "Damnit."

"What does it say, sweetie?" Your mother questioned from the other side of the door. You slowly opened it up and showed her the positive pregnancy test.

"Are they all positive?" You nodded.

"What am I gonna do?"

"I think you should call Dean-"

"No." You said firmly. "I'm not calling Dean. He made it very obvious that he didn't want anything to do with me anymore."

"Y/N," Your mother spoke firmly. "I'm not justifying what Dean said or did in the moment, however, he was just as hurt as you were because you were leaving with Jack and you didn't know how long you would be gone. I really think you should call him. I think he would want to know you're pregnant with his baby."

You sighed at her words. You knew she had a point. She was your mother, she's always right. "What if he doesn't care?" You whispered. "What if he hears my voice and hands up on me?"

"Then that's his loss, honey." She cooed. "The least you can do is try."

---

MEANWHILE, AT THE BUNKER;

"Dean." Sam shook his brother. "Dean. C'mon dude, wake up."

Dean groaned as his eyes peeled open. "What?" He grumbled.

"You've been sleeping in here all night." Sam said, crossing his arms. "You should probably get some rest in your own bed, or at the very least, the couch. And charge your phone while you're at it, it's dead."

Dean stretched add he looked at the empty whiskey bottle set on the table and the picture of your wedding day beside it. It had been a rough few weeks since you had left. "You know I can't go sleep in that damn bed." He growled.

"Dean, I offered to switch rooms with you-"

"I don't want to switch rooms!" He snapped. "I want my wife back."

Sam frowned as he looked at his brother. He looked awful. He hasn't shaven in weeks, his hair's a mess, and there were dark circles under his eyes.

"Why don't you call her, Dean?"

"Because, after what I said, she'll never take me back. I was too harsh on her. Plus my phone is broken."

"One, you have ten phones, and two, yeah, you were a complete ass." Sam agreed. "You should have seen her when she left here. I had never seen anyone so. . . Broken before. You know they sparkle she had in her eyes?" Dean nodded. "It was gone. Her entire face seemed dull, almost like she had aged ten years."

Dean put his head in his hands, feeling defeated. "What have I done?"

"I don't know, but you had better make it right."

---

"Still no answer?" Your father asked. You had called Dean three times now and still no answer.

"Nope. Not a sound."

"I'm sorry honey," Your mother sympathized, rubbing your back. It's that anything we can do?"

"Yeah," You nodded. "I need space. I need to spend more time with Jack before the baby comes. I just want to know what it's like to be a mother."

"Of course." Your dad agreed. "Take the keys to the cabin in Colorado. I know that's a lot of good memories there and no pesky neighbors to worry about "

"Thanks, dad." You smiled. "We'll be outta here soon."

"You don't have to leave in a rush, kiddo. You know that we love having you here."

"I know."

---

"Why are we going to your parents cabin in Colorado?" Jack asked curiously as he peered out the window.

"Uh," You bit your lip as you tried to come up with a suitable lie to tell Jack. You hated how much you were lying to Jack lately, but you knew that he wouldn't understand the things that you were going through. "I just wanted to show you the place and stay up there for a little while. It's nice and quiet, you'll love it. It's cold up there and it's snowy in the winter. I used to go sledding all the time when I was younger and then my parents would call me in for hot chocolate and a movie. We can do that together. How does that sound, Jack?"

"It sounds great, Mom!" He smiled goofily. Every time he called you 'Mom,' your heart melted. You loved that Jack felt so comfortable around you to call you his mother. You knew that you would never be able to replace Kelly, and you would never want to, but you did want to make him feel safe and loved. You wanted Jack to know what a mother's love feels like. Jack blamed himself for the death of his mother, and you understood his grief, but you had told him time and time again that it wasn't his fault. Kelly wanted to go through with the pregnancy and refused to listen to anyone else's opinions on the matter. You just wished he understood that.

You felt a tear roll down your cheek, quickly wiping it away. "What's wrong, Mom?" Jack questioned. "Is it about Dean?"

You glanced over at Jack in surprise. "Why would you say that?"

"Well, Sam and Dean aren't here, and Dean hasn't called you to check up on you since we left. I know that whenever you go on a hunt by yourself, Dean calls you everyday to make sure you're okay."

You sighed heavily as you looked at the road in front of you. "Dean and I are. . . Going through a tough time right now. That's why I wanted to get away for a while. And I didn't want to go by myself, so that's why I wanted you to come with me."

"Are we ever going back to the bunker?"

"I don't know. . . It's a difficult situation, Jack. Right now, I don't think that I will be going back home anytime soon. But if you want to go back, I'll take you back. I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to do."

"I want to stay with you." He said firmly. "But I also want you to be happy. You don't look happy anymore. You don't smile or laugh the way you used to. You sit on the couch watching reruns of Friends, and I've heard you crying at night. Sometimes I think you forget that I don't sleep very much."

You said nothing in response, knowing that Jack was right. You wanted to call Dean one more time, but you knew it was fruitless. He wasn't going to answer. But you did have Sam. When you finally arrived at the cabin, you sent Jack to unpack while you dialed Sam's number. After three rings, he finally picked up.

"Hello, Y/N? Are you okay? How's Jack?" He asked in one breath.

"Hey, Sammy. I'm fine, and so is Jack. I just wanted to call and make sure that you haven't gotten killed by anything."

"Nope, we're still alive." He gave a small chuckle. "How are you, Y/N, really? Don't lie to me, because I know when you're lying."

"I miss him." You sniffed. "Being away from him hurts me." Your voice cracked, forcing you to clear your throat. "We've been married for five years. And I know that to the average person that doesn't seem like a long time, but we're hunters, Sam. You know how hard it is to stay in a relationship in our line of work. I've been in love with him for half my life, and now, for us to be in this situation, it sucks, Sam. I can't think of any other word to describe it. It really fucking sucks."

Sam was quiet for a moment as he listened to you cry. "I'm sorry this is happening, Y/N. I never thought that this would happen to you and Dean. But I've known Dean my whole life, and I've known you since we were twenty, so I think that I'm entitled to make a judgement on this." You let out a small laugh. "You two have been in love longer than you've been together, but both of you have been to dumb to realize it. You argue like cats and dogs because you're so certain about what you believe in. You're both so passionate about things that you never let up. And now that you're finally together, you have been so happy. Dean has never felt this way about anyone that he's been with, male or female. He loves you so much, Y/N, that it kills him. You have both come too far to for things to end like this. I'm going to tell you the exact same thing I told Dean; fix this."

"I want to, Sammy, I just don't know how."

"Stop hiding, for one. You can't fix something when you're hundreds of miles away." You groaned as you felt a wave of nausea was over you. "Y/N?" You quickly made your way to the bathroom. "Y/N? What's going on? Are you okay?"

You leaned against the wall once you were done throwing up. "Yeah, yeah, Sam, I'm okay."

"What was that about, then?" Sam questioned. When you didn't answer, he began putting the pieces together himself. "You're pregnant."

"SHH!" You hissed. "Don't say that!"

"Why not? Because you don't want Dean to know?" He spoke coldly.

"Sam, please, don't say anything."

"How long have you known, Y/N? And how long do you plan on keeping this from Dean?"

You sighed as you pinched the bridge of your nose. "I've known for a couple of days, okay? And I don't know when or how I'm going to tell Dean. He made it very clear that he didn't want anything to do with me the last time we talked. Besides, I tried to call him and he didn't answer my calls, so don't try to pin me off as the bad guy here."

"When did you try to call him?" The hard edge in Sam's voice disappeared.

"Three days ago, when I found out I was pregnant."

You could hear Sam let out a small laugh. "Three days ago I came in the kitchen to find Dean passed out on the table, hung over as hell and holding on to the picture of your wedding day. And beside him was his broken phone. His main phone, which I'm assuming is the one that you called?"

"Yeah. . ." You said meekly.

"Hang up and call his second phone. Please, will you do that for me?"

"Yes," You nodded, even though you knew he couldn't see you.

"I love you, Y/N/N."

"I love you too, Sammy." You sighed as you hung up the phone. You were terrified to call Dean. You hadn't spoken to him since that night all those weeks ago. You were still hurt, and you knew that Dean was hurting as well, and all you wanted was to hear his voice. You took a deep breath as you dialed his second phone number.

It rang five times before going to voicemail, making your heart sink. Not a minute later, the number called back. "Hello?"

"Y/N." Dean's voice said gruffly. "Sam told me you were going to call."

"Did. . . Did he tell you anything else?" You asked.

"Just that I needed to talk to you. What's going on?"

"I miss you," You confessed. You needed to tell Dean everything, and that included telling him how you felt. "I hate the way things ended between us, and I know that it wasn't solely on you or me. But I love you, Dean, and I will never stop loving you. And I know it's unfair I left and this is how I'm trying to get you back; over the phone. I would much rather be doing this in person. But I love you, Dean, and I always will. No matter what you say or do, I love you."

You could hear Dean struggling to breathe correctly. "Where are you?"

"My parents cabin, wh-"

"I'll be tomorrow morning." And with that, he hung up.

---

You paced back and forth in the living room, biting your nails. Dean didn't say what time he was going to be here, but he just said that he would be here in the morning. You had stayed up all night thinking about him. About the way his hair fell into his face after a shower, and how he always smelled like whiskey and firewood. The way his eyes would crinkle at the edges whenever he laughed, really laughed. But your favorite thing was when you had just finished a hunt, and you would go to lie down in bed, Dean would pull you close to him and whisper how much he loves you.

A sharp knock at the door snapped you out of your trance. "Who is it, Mom?" Jack asked, peering around the corner.

"Why don't you come see, kiddo." You wiped your sweaty palms on your jeans before opening the door to reveal Sam and Dean. "Hi," You smiled. Sam was the first to come inside and hug you. He grinned as he pulled away, ruffling your hair.

"Why don't I take Jack into town for a little bit while you guys work this out?" He suggested.

"Yeah, yeah, that sounds good. Jack, go put on your shoes, you're going into town with Sam for a little while." Jack beamed at your works, hurriedly putting his shoes on a following Sam out the door.

"Hi," You said once more after Sam and Jack were gone. Dean didn't say a word as he hugged you tightly. You melted into his touch, feeling comfort in his embrace. The familiar smell of whiskey and firewood filled your nostrils. You closed your eyes to savor this moment. "I missed you."

"I missed you too."

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